...this one written by S from her blog, "New Eyes for Old Things".
Twenty hours of straight through driving to Woodman's Lee. We arrived around 4 PM Friday with just enough daylight left to unpack the truck and get a fire going in the wood stove. As we drove up our road 3 deer gazed at us from the lower pasture.
An hour after arriving the temperature outside was 36 degrees--inside 48. The wood stove was blazing and all the propane lamps were lit. The National Weather Service warned of unseasonably cold temps, forecasting a low of -1 on Sunday night. We'll see...
We spent yesterday cleaning the cabin, though it was quite clean when we arrived. Still, there were a few cobwebs and the floor had become gritty from our travels back and forth hauling water, wood and luggage. F made pistou for lunch which was perfect for a cold day. Afterward we went for a walk and thought we would tag a Christmas tree to take home but found only one along our path and F wasn't too impressed with it so we'll have to go deeper into our woods.
The beavers have blocked our culverts but at least our road isn't flooded. We decided to go back to the cabin to retrieve the potato hoes to clear them out. During this time, W had disappeared and was ignoring my command to return. F soon found her on the other side of a small hill. She followed me back to the cabin but would not go inside--Ugh! I bent down to pick her up and she rolled onto her back in protest! After a bit of a wrestle, I was able to gather her into my arms and deposit her onto her throne--the futon.
As I approached the pond I could hear the ice cracking. F had cleared the big culvert and the water was flowing quickly. We were caught up in watching the ice crack as the water level dropped. Though it was cold it was also quite beautiful out and we were happy to be down by the beaver pond again. As we worked to unplug the other culverts it began to snow lightly.
No geese tonight. It was dark before 5 PM. As we read by the wood stove the wind came howling up the rise and made little thumping sounds as it struck the cabin and blew around us. It was 22 degrees out but inside we were bathed in a glow of golden lamp light and toasty warm.
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An hour after arriving the temperature outside was 36 degrees--inside 48. The wood stove was blazing and all the propane lamps were lit. The National Weather Service warned of unseasonably cold temps, forecasting a low of -1 on Sunday night. We'll see...
We spent yesterday cleaning the cabin, though it was quite clean when we arrived. Still, there were a few cobwebs and the floor had become gritty from our travels back and forth hauling water, wood and luggage. F made pistou for lunch which was perfect for a cold day. Afterward we went for a walk and thought we would tag a Christmas tree to take home but found only one along our path and F wasn't too impressed with it so we'll have to go deeper into our woods.
The beavers have blocked our culverts but at least our road isn't flooded. We decided to go back to the cabin to retrieve the potato hoes to clear them out. During this time, W had disappeared and was ignoring my command to return. F soon found her on the other side of a small hill. She followed me back to the cabin but would not go inside--Ugh! I bent down to pick her up and she rolled onto her back in protest! After a bit of a wrestle, I was able to gather her into my arms and deposit her onto her throne--the futon.
As I approached the pond I could hear the ice cracking. F had cleared the big culvert and the water was flowing quickly. We were caught up in watching the ice crack as the water level dropped. Though it was cold it was also quite beautiful out and we were happy to be down by the beaver pond again. As we worked to unplug the other culverts it began to snow lightly.
A Honking Song
Geese honking overhead
Their song is a reminder I shall not dread
To bring in wood and walk the dog
To fill the buckets and stoke the log
To slide the latch as darkness falls
Is like down to resist a winter squall.
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