Rowe - Where the air is clean, it's so quiet at night in the winter your ears hurt from listening so intently. The nights are completely dark except for the stars - millions of them. The smells are of nature, earthy, warm. The winters may be longer, the snow deeper, the house much colder but the trade is exhaust, the sound of cars, planes landing over your house and so much light pollution that you only see the major stars. I'll take Rowe any day and some day I will be there for good.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Too Cold for Anything
I didn't take a single photograph this weekend. I spent most of it tending a fire so the house was a little habitable. The temp hovered around 25 but the windchill was about 5 degrees. With the wind blowing like crazy you can't build a fire in the kitchen because a big gust of wind will blow the smoke and ash right into the room. LOVELY. So we dressed in long underwear and used the electric blankets on high. Not sure I want to be here in the winter at all. Ha! But the spring, summer and fall make it all worthwhile.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Painting, Cleaning and Critters
It was pretty rainy last weekend so we decided to
put some paint on the walls to see if red was really
the way we wanted to go. (Paul's wanted to do this
for weeks).
Bill did the cutting and Paul the rolling.
We only did one wall and decided to get the paint for
the rest. With all the woodwork in the room it should
look great.
Later Bill called me out to see the porcupine eating the apples from
the tree by the mill. I brought a long lense but you could walk
right up to him while he was eating. Must have been just too
yummy to care.
Even though the weather was still wet on Sunday the boys
decided to begin a cleanup detail. Bill's doing one of his favorite
things here.
Bill hauled away all of the wood that was too rotten to use while Paul
cut and split a maple that was taken down a couple of years ago.
Needless to say - he worked way harder than I think he anticipated
earlier in the day and slept in the truck on the way home. (Again).
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