These are a few of my favourite things.
Wood – it’s on my mind, a lot. Do I have enough? Is it dry enough? How long does it burn? How hot? I recently split and re-stacked a bunch of rounds that I had dug out from under a tarp (and a lot of snow) a month ago. It feels good to have what appears to be more wood again. I am determined to make it through this winter without having to buy a cord of wood. I think I can, if I stop going to Mexico everyday (cranking the fire so it’s 30+ degrees 😉 ) Just want to give a big shout out and thanks to my bro. He taught me how to use a chainsaw, helped me obtain said wood, built me the little woodshed, and bought me this sweet ass wood splitter.
Check out that split!
When I scrub a dish, it feels ancient to me. It’s a zone where I feel the lineage of women through the decades with me. It evokes bygone ancestral memories if you will.
“. . . There are two ways to wash the dishes. The first is to wash the dishes in order to have clean dishes and the second is to wash the dishes in order to wash the dishes. . . .
If while washing the dishes, we think only of the cup of tea that awaits us, thus hurrying to get the dishes out of the way as if they were a nuisance, then we are not “washing the dishes to wash the dishes.” What’s more, we are not alive during the time we are washing the dishes.
In fact we are completely incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink. If we can’t wash the dishes, the chances are we won’t be able to drink our tea either. While drinking the cup of tea, we will only be thinking of other things, barely aware of the cup in our hands. Thus we are sucked away into the future – and we are incapable of actually living one minute of life”.
– Thich Nhat Hanh
Today I was inspired to get a super head start planning my flower/herb garden. I’m glad I did because it’s a waaaaay bigger job than I thought it would be. I want to be efficient and keep good records, so giving myself time to plan and research should leave me sitting pretty.
Gotta keep the temps up so I can wear my romper
As fall closed in around me, I felt a little dread as to how the winter would be in my little, drafty cabin. Here we are, mid January and I still have wood, my pipes haven’t frozen and I’ve been quite comfortable. There are still a few months to get through, but so far it’s been a pretty mild winter and for that I’m grateful. We definitely need more precipitation to avoid a firey summer, but I hope the temps stay more on the mild side. My wood pile is dwindling and I may have to buy a cord, but so far I’ve managed to burn only the wood I harvested in the fall – with only one chimney fire 😉
Country life (or any life), I’m reminded, is not a list of tasks to rush through, it is a practise in mindfulness; this is my life.
Buck, split, and stack.
Take photos of kittens jumping and playing.
Can peaches, only to throw some out because the jars didn’t seal – let go, move forward.
These are a few of the things that fill my days and I am grateful to have the space and time to move slowly, practising presence.life
These photos are from last fall, maybe even the fall before… they somehow got lost in the depths of my computer and never made it to the blog. Although, I think maybe they made it onto canvass at one point; I don’t remember. Nonetheless, I love these photos… I love the way fog hangs in the trees. This is what peace feels like inside of me.
This morning offered up a most spectacular moment; the sun shone gloriously upon the frosted field. It’s always a bit of a hustle to capture the moment when it’s happening. I am often frantic in these moments trying to capture what I see, because the light changes so fast during the sunrise. I find transition periods to be uncomfortable sometimes, but I really appreciate the space between seasons.
This is my brothers dog, Ursa… he calls her Pig. She’s a gentle giant who loves to love and roll in the dust (like a pig). She wouldn’t get out of the frame this morning, so here she is in all her dark grandeur.
These sweet little beings came into my life a few weeks ago and I’m really starting to adore them. It’s been just over a year since Squash went missing and it’s been a joy (and an annoyance) to have kitties back in my life.
And mama Selkie, she’s good at keeping the babies in check.