I went outside yesterday morning and my husband had already built a fire in our old camp stove. Took the chill off.
Do you notice, it doesn’t take any time at all for a cup of coffee to go cold this time of year?
We still have the mess in our front yard from the two trees PG&E cut down. They even left 20 feet of the cedar trunk standing, that’s going to make an interesting conversation piece – I want to hang bird houses on it.
We had considered a chipper, then realized the wood is quite dry and seasoned, ready to burn. I wouldn’t burn it in my house, but we have the camp stove. It sure makes it easier to get out of bed in the morning – my husband bustles out there to light it, and I make the coffee. The dogs love it.
And instead of watching the news, or one of the stupid new shows on tv, we clear the dishes after dinner and go outside to light the stove. Makes it a lot more fun to do outside chores.
Last night my son and his girlfriend brought marshmallows and chocolate and graham crackers, cut some branches from the brush pile, and we made s’mores. We just sat there for two hours, chatting and staring into the stove. We watched the dead sticks transform into glowing rods, the grow rings shimmering in the heat, we counted – the doug fir was only about 35 years old.
I wonder who planted that little tree, where they are now. Where will I be in 35 years? Where will my kids be?
What will Chico be like in 35 years?
I’d rather put those thoughts off, and enjoy The Now.