Showing posts with label Spring has Sprung. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spring has Sprung. Show all posts

Monday, 18 April 2016

Monday Moanings - April 18, 2016

Oh What a Beautiful Morning

On a morning such as this, when the world news is filled with stories and pictures of the terror of earthquakes - loss and fear carved deeply into hearts and faces, and heard in cries of anguish - on a morning such as this when I arise to sunshine, safety and love following a weekend resplendent in Spring's best attributes, any lament I may have, any complaint, affliction or gripe, seems utterly unworthy of words.


Amidst my embarrassment of riches this day, I celebrate a new day, a new week in humble gratitude. I am so very lucky and privileged to be able to sing with joy, Oh what a beautiful morning!


Just look at all those buds...



And the rhubarb? Well it has doubled in height since Thursday!


I would be seriously remiss if I did not acknowledge Spring's whole-hearted response to my letter. Thank you dear Lady of Radiant Joy. It matters not how you got your act in gear, whether it was good therapy, better meds or a kick in the backside. It matters only that you are now here and we are thrilled by your presence.


And so help me Hannah, if I hear one person complaining about the heat (23°C) - well just don't!


Have a great week everybody. Make it sing.

©2016 April Hoeller

Thursday, 30 April 2015

Thursday, or Thereabouts - April 30, 2015

Spring has Sprung!
The grass is rizz.
I wonder where the wood truck is?

I heard it before I saw it, air breaks huffing and sighing as the familiar white truck rolled in from the highway. John, from John's Firewood has the routine down pat. In one fluid movement he backs his rig in from the road, lines it up with the woodshed, stopping in the perfect spot.


Then he tips the bucket. With a might roar 3 bush cords of split hardwood tumble out. He pulls the rig forward, gives the bucket a good thump or three to shake any last bits out and pulls back onto the driveway. Job Done in under three minutes!


Every wondered what 384 cubic feet of firewood looks like?


It will take my love and I twenty hours or more to stack it. Ten days of fair weather at 2 hours per day - because we do have other things to do!

"Why?" I can hear you asking. Why go to all this effort every year when we could just use the gas furnace more? Fair question.

Because we've always done it? Actually in our pioneer days when we first lived here, we got full length logs which we then cut to length, split and stacked.

1985 with Sheba, the first of our furry pawed kids









We shift 5+ tons of wood every year because it's something we do together, like travelling... ?
Okay, so that might be a bit of a stretch, but we do enjoy working together on a task, as long as it doesn't involve wallpaper.


We do it because we both have a passion for making order out of chaos? There is a certain satisfaction to be found in neatly stacked firewood, a great sense of accomplishment.


(For the record: we are not heating off the avails of a forest clear cutting operation. Of this we are sure.)









We do it because we love a good fire (in it's proper place of course!) when all outside is howling with snow and cold. Seriously, one can't really cosy up to the gas furnace like one can a wood stove, hands outstretched to receive the gift of warmth.


But wait - it's Spring, not winter, and Spring has sprung.
The wood truck has come and gone.
The frost is out of the ground and the birds are singing.
And the Kentucky Derby is this weekend!


Let's get out there!


©2015 April Hoeller