Alternative rest and labor endure.
An early dreary November morning a young couple (at least in my head) sat around the kitchen table enjoying large bowls of steamy hot porridge while watching the welcoming pink sky disappear quickly behind a wall of gray. The naked trees off in the distance beckoned their eyes and those impending words floated from someone's lips “Nice day to cut wood.”
Oh yes it is that time of year again, and while listening to My Hero speak of where the best wood was waiting I, with my bare toes curling up on the hardwood beneath the table and soaking in the warmth coming from the roaring woodstove below, knew this was a necessary part of our life.
The dreams of my lying on the couch and watching Netflix disappeared as fast as that pink sky. He went off to feed the cows, load up the dump trailer with chainsaws, chains and other necessary items. I took my time drinking my coffee, writing this story. Procrastinating is probably the word some would use. Knowing we had to do it I wondered what I could pack for lunch and where I had put those thermoses for the peppermint tea needed to keep warm. The fresh bread I baked yesterday with peanut butter and honey from a blogger friend will be perfect. I do so enjoy these times in the bush surrounded by those trees, the fresh air and the noise of the chainsaw. I also love spending time with My Hero so Netflix would have to wait.
This day I knew was inevitable, we do need to get the wood at the very least closer to the house, in case the snow keeps us out of the bush like it did last year. My thinking it was just one weekend that we would need to get out there in the cold and snow was apparently wrong. Just as I suspected My Hero had ideas of how many weekends it would really take. He came up with the number three, well three does not sound too bad but can you imagine how many movies I could see in that time? Even if there was no time for that can you imagine how many auction sales that would be? Memories and photos of last year's harvest dance in my head.
Oh yes sometimes this farming thing, even knowing it is a lot of work, you forget sometimes.
I stand up slip on my warm fleece socks and head off to start my busy day, hoping there will be time later for that movie. Knowing even if there is I will certainly be sound asleep watching it from my chair basking in the warmth of the fire.
I am positive there are stories back there waiting for this procrastinating girl.