Seldom do you find two seasons caught together. Here we have two but not the ones that normally ride side by side. We see spring and fall nestled together, not waiting for the heat of summer. The apple blossoms already are fluttering to the ground like white and pinkish teardrops.
"Spring is fleeting. Spring is fleeting."
A stack of green hardwood readying to be cured by this summer's heat.
A stack of green hardwood readying to be cured by this summer's heat.
"Fall is coming. Fall is coming."
Now, this is a sad reflection. It's not even Memorial Day yet, and I'm already thinking January. I've learned my lesson. Wait too long and the price of a cord of wood just goes up, up, up. Some older folks I know have finally said enough is enough. Their days of feeding the woodstove monster are over. Too much clean-up. Too much dust. Too much aggravation. Too much, too much! I'm a holdout though. Yes, it's a pain to move it around on a snowy January or February day with the temperatures hovering in the teens or lower. That kitchen woodstove's warmth is hard to let go though. When it comes, they'll be no tears from me when that truck doesn't back up the driveway dropping a couple of cords in the mid-summer sun.
I'm sure I'll find something to fill my fall time.
For right now, I'll just enjoy these lingering May apple blossoms.
Now, this is a sad reflection. It's not even Memorial Day yet, and I'm already thinking January. I've learned my lesson. Wait too long and the price of a cord of wood just goes up, up, up. Some older folks I know have finally said enough is enough. Their days of feeding the woodstove monster are over. Too much clean-up. Too much dust. Too much aggravation. Too much, too much! I'm a holdout though. Yes, it's a pain to move it around on a snowy January or February day with the temperatures hovering in the teens or lower. That kitchen woodstove's warmth is hard to let go though. When it comes, they'll be no tears from me when that truck doesn't back up the driveway dropping a couple of cords in the mid-summer sun.
I'm sure I'll find something to fill my fall time.
For right now, I'll just enjoy these lingering May apple blossoms.
Take a pill. You're worrying way too much. Maybe fall and winter won't come this year. :)
ReplyDeleteYou are actually poetic today!!
ReplyDeleteThe scout motto is "be prepared" and you are!
ReplyDeleteHa. As you might remember, I was 'asked' to leave Boy Scouts of America awhile back.
DeleteI was kicked out of Brownies. That takes work.
DeleteBesides, gives you something to do during the fall.
ReplyDeleteThat reminds me----we have a tree down back in the wood and we must get it cut and in soon.
ReplyDeleteNothing beats the heat of wood heat and it's pretty too.
MB
It does end up making for a lovely picture, though.
ReplyDeleteYou got it perfectly, in image and words!
ReplyDeletei like my wood free-standing fireplace/stove, too. even in texas, taking the chill out of the winter's air is a fine thing - especially when you live in a big open gazebo. :)
ReplyDeleteThe woodstove must be fabulous in February though! If I had one it would be hard to give it up.
ReplyDeleteSomething's bugging me here... Why on earth would this combination bug me?
ReplyDeleteYour words paint the picture perfectly. Nothing better then the warmth from a wood stove on a cold winter's day. Here in Texas we love a fire to take the chill out of the air. It's a short season, but when it's cold, it's great.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice holiday weekend.
CM
When I was a kid, my great-grandmother cooked on a wood stove and had no indoor plumbing. I still remember being scared of the outhouse, but I did like the wood stove.
ReplyDeleteNothing compares to the heat of a wood stove. My husband cuts most of our wood and I don't think would be sad to give up that chore.
ReplyDeleteA wood stove would be great.
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