We’ve had our evening meal. Attila is out stacking firewood, accompanied by the melodious hum of the many mosquitoes who would love to adore/devour him. Attila’s mountain is shrinking. We visited our little house in the city last Saturday. It was my very bright idea that we would “relax” on this trip, it would be… Continue reading Evening
Author: Maggie Turner
Attila’s Mountain
Attila is working every evening to get our firewood stacked and stored for this winter. He is making progress. It has been a hectic week. I discovered that I was tired of going to work in the morning! How did I discover this? Well, I was at the intersection where I turn right to go… Continue reading Attila’s Mountain
Progress All Around
It is a lovely morning out there this morning. Sunshine. Birds singing. Dump trucks dumping gravel next door, ah the sounds of progress. Attila has been busy moving his mountain, he works till dark every night after dinner. This past week I’ve been busy updating web sites and tackling my own mountains, mountains of telephone… Continue reading Progress All Around
Mountains to Move
Our firewood has arrived and I am now officially a firewood widow. Attila has mountains to move! Heating with wood is wonderful, there is nothing so comforting as a roaring fire on a cold white night. There is a lot of work that has to be done before that roaring fire becomes a reality. Other… Continue reading Mountains to Move
intolerable sense of disgrace
Kermit the Frog used to say “it isn’t easy being green”. Some environments are more tolerant of green folk than others, some paths more attuned to the land they traverse. There are times, in this life we lead in the bush, that I feel imprisoned by the tight social fabric around us; so much space,… Continue reading intolerable sense of disgrace