getting wood..

The yellow flowers screamed spring to my frozen, soft focus consciousness. So much so that I set out clad in only a thick fisherman’s sweater, a heavy waterproof working jacket and gloves approved for arctic conditions yet, as the first blast of bitter warmth raked the exposed skin of my unwisely, uncovered face, I felt that I was in shirtsleeve order in one of those cold snow covered places that people visit for fun and I shun.

Getting warm is each day’s mission when living in a stone house. Unlike those who live in glass ones I have no compunction in throwing stones as the proximity of another dwelling and the range of my throw would preclude any collateral damage but that advantage does not afford much compensation for living with a deep and complete understanding of the frigid life of frozen fish fingers; all ten of them, A gift of wood was to arrive that morning; not an airmail package of viagra but a trailer full of logs which is why I had chosen my outdoor look wardrobe to welcome them. The activity of reducing tree trunks into bite size pieces replaces the gymnasium for the diaspora of foreigners of a certain age living in la France profonde. Aided by triple bypasses, vanadium hip and knee joints, trusses and back supports we fell, split and saw as if there was no tomorrow or, more precisely, with every hope that there will be a tomorrow. As we hew and stack the conversation is limited to heavy breathing interspersed with “sorry” “bugger” “is it time for coffee” and ” the fucking thing’s stopped again”; then it is time for coffee and we recover our breath and talk of how impossibly distant will be the arrival of next summer…we are, indeed, the last of the summer whine.

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Photographer and film maker living in France. After a long career in London, my wife and I have settled in the Vendee, where we run residential digital photography courses with a strong gastronomic flavour.
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21 Responses to getting wood..

  1. “we are, indeed, the last of the summer whine.” Hee hee.

  2. Mad Dog says:

    I could get into serious trouble, responding to your title!

  3. Sue says:

    The last of the summer whine, for sure!!

  4. Bizzy says:

    What a beautiful photo. Is it in the shop?

  5. Michelle says:

    Ha! It will be a while, but those tulips are come consolation in the meantime. Happy new year, Roger.

    • And the same good wishes to you and Steve, Michele. I have to say that I long for spring and summer….this winter has been the wettest I can remember in France…but it’s hard to complain when I see the dreadful climate events worldwide….apart from the other dreadful events….bon courage.

  6. Ardys says:

    I’m afraid we are a bit like that about the heat and lack of rain at the moment, lots of whining. Happy New Year, funny post 🙂

  7. Rick Deslandes says:

    Roger , you have exceeded you usual high standard ! A smile to the face !! Thanks

  8. catterel says:

    In view of the title, I had to check the comments just to make sure whether anyone else noted that your winter outfit apparently lacks trousers … or a kilt. Great post, lovely photo anyway!

  9. lulu says:

    Life does have its challenges. Though not to fun for you, your telling made me chuckle.

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