Tag Archives: winter
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 … Continue reading
Beluga on dry toast saves me a fortune…
The fingerless gloves, so redolent of Dickensian misery, would be just the job today. They would be even more the job if they weren’t fingerless as it’s the tips of my fingers that turn to bloodless corpse white when the … Continue reading
Parmesan, bread and oil…
As the year moves relentlessly forward, signs of the ineluctable change of season make themselves known. The leaves begin to fall, and I begin to chop and saw wood. It would be untrue to say that I look forward to … Continue reading
50 shades of Grey’s Elegy……
On a soft balmy day, what remained of last winter’s logs were split and stacked in the outhouse yesterday to make space for the delivery of this year’s firewood. This chore has been the first physical indication of the slow, … Continue reading