“The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide.”
It’s cold! The smell of wood burning stoves and fireplaces is permeating the air. There is daily delivery of loads of logs up and down the mountain streets. Log splitters, chain saws and axes are humming and whirring. So far my log pile looks like this
I was hoping for this.
It’s not as cold as other parts of the country. No snow warnings yet and we haven’t had a frost. Hope this week of promised good weather will ripen my tomatoes.
I am picking peppers every day and drying them.
The bees are still in the bee balm and sunflowers, but these guys were hardly moving this morning. You can pick them up in your hand they are so cold.
Who knew that you only needed to blow a little smoke on them to warm them up and get them moving.
Fall is on its way. Enjoy change!
Nothing enunciates or brings to life change more than moving from season to season; especially from winter to spring. Here in the grasslands winter has not given up its frigid embrace quite yet. There are signs though: birds are returning, seeds are quietly germinating underground and roots are awakening, calves are being born in the dark of night in cold pastures, the weather moves from sun, to sleet to hail and back again, constantly keeping us on our toes. We must be careful not to expect the joyous homecoming of warmth and new growth just yet.
Nature cleaves to her own schedule, not ours. The feral, Indian horses of Schiedam Flats have moved down from the hills, looking for the signs of forage on the grasslands. Last year there were many new foals and old friends who spent many summer days entertaining the observers who stopped their cars to visit. It will be exciting to see what this spring brings.
Just as nature moves at her own pace, so must we. Contemplating shedding my woolly winter coat and opening up to germinating in the warmth of the sun. Changes happens with every breath.