It has already snowed up here on the mountain, several times in fact. Nothing that has stayed around, just wet, early winter snow.
And it’s been VERY cold some days, in the mornings especially, before I get the wood heater going.
As many of you know I heat my home with wood only and this year I bought the most beautiful stuff for the winter.
It’s a mixture of pinon and cedar, a couple of loads of oak and a load of aspen to clean out the chimney (it burns hot and fast and takes out any creosote build up).
In addition a couple of friends are letting me harvest already downed wood from their land that they’re not going to use. A lot of it is too gnarly for them to deal with like this sumptuous purple cedar…
… or twigs that are too small for them to care about. I’ll take it all.
And I tell you what, this brings out my inner hunter-gatherer in such a wonderful way. It’s like rock-hounding, looking for the prizes I want to drag home with me. There is something truly beautiful about this wondrous bounty of nature. As an artist I respond to it so much so that I will never grow tired of gathering and stacking it.
A really big storm is on its way to us and there were signs of it on this morning’s walk.
It’s supposed to bring a lot of snow… enough that I was inspired to get out my snow shoes at last (it’s been several years since I’ve needed them).
As the storm races in I am especially grateful for this gift of wood…
… the deep pleasure I get from harvesting and using it, picking out which twigs to use each morning…
… to keep my little family warm.
Love to you all,