Maybe it was enough today just to watch the snow fall and feel so grateful that I could stay inside. Also, let me state that firewood is a miracle, and you can never say thank you enough for it. I thought of this every time I ventured out from my house this afternoon, walking carefully through the falling snow from the front door to the backyard wood pile, where I filled my carrier with the good logs that are keeping me warm, even as I write this. This pile of wood is a blessing that did not come easily. There is a cost to it, a sacrifice. It is a gift of trees, of oaks and firs, who offer themselves, and of time and sun and rain. It is a gift of the ones who find the fallen trees, and then cut them so that they are the right size for the wood stove, and then load them into a truck, drive them to where they are stored, and then unload them, cover them, and wait patiently for more than a year for the wood to dry so that it is good to burn. Then, when the wood is ready, it is loaded again, a final time, and driven to my house, where it is unloaded and stacked into a neat pile, where it rests and waits for the cold to come.
Grateful for the wood pile and the blue tarp that keeps it dry.
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