Showing posts with label signs of Spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signs of Spring. Show all posts

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



Monday, 31 March 2014

Monday Moanings - March 31, 2014

Not a day for moanings at all!

March 16/14

Today, March 31/14


I have ranted and raved and moaned too often about a wretched winter that will not let go, but today in the interests of fair play and equal time, I abandon lament to babble with delight!

March 11/14

Today, March 31/14


What glorious sunshine!
What welcome warmth!
What stirring music!

March 7/14

Today, March 31/14

Our Lady Spring has awoken!
And she is such good medicine for my soul. The choir of birdsong deepens with the entry of honking Canada Geese and the house flies are all a-buzz with new life. I revel in the squishy ground underfoot and the ankle deep mud that is my springtime driveway. With measured pace I step in every puddle and giggle as water splashes over my shoes. Whoopee, I've got a soaker!

March 7/14


Today, March 31/14

Tis a grand day! Take a deep breath. Smile.
The Greening is coming.

©2014 April Hoeller

Monday, 10 March 2014

Monday Moanings - March 10, 2014

Awakenings


OMG! The sun is shining and it's a blistering +6C outside my door!
And there are signs of glacial retreat:

Friday, March 7/14
Monday, March 10/14

But that's not all that's outside my door - I can hear the overture to the Symphony of Spring.






It begins with some capricious percussion work as snow melt sends water droplets into the eaves troughs. Then a steady trickle builds along the roof line moving toward the entry of the downspouts with their distinctive gurgle and rattle. Soon this glorious water music is accompanied by an avian chorus, filling the air with tweets, chirps and trills as winged creatures great and small swoop and swirl in the warm sun.




But my favourite part is Spring's unheard heartbeat that throbs underneath it all. This chant of awakening rises and falls, rolls and flows beneath the still winter wrapped ground outside my door.

Mother Earth is stirring.
Just below the horizon her greening has begun.

It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood.

Think Spring!


©2014 April Hoeller



Monday, 17 February 2014

Monday Moanings - February 17, 2014

A drop in the bucket...



A clear, bright -23C (-9F) this morning with the promise of a snowstorm by nightfall.
I guess it's still winter.
We're halfway through the last row of firewood.
And it's Monday. Again.

And I haven't got a clue what to write here today. Woe is me. A thousand ideas clammer for attention. A
thousand more ToDo's wave frantically (and sorry about my ineffective verb demanding an adverb - it's Monday so give me a break).





Oh, but wait - what light through yonder window breaks? An advert for the Maple Sugar Festival at Brooks Farms just popped up on my Facebook newsfeed. Now there's something to lift the spirits. The folks at the farm think the sap will be running by March 1, just TWELVE days away. Sweet!

image courtesy of Brooks Farms







I can taste the cool sweetness of the sap.
I can hear the 'plink' of a drop in the bucket...













I can smell the wood fire under the blackened pots.


I'm loving their optimism.






It's going to be a great day afterall! 
Enjoy!


©2014 April Hoeller