Today i went wood cutting with Don, my husband.
Wood is our only source of heat in the house is.
I haven't gone with him for a long time,
It's not that i don't like wood cutting. Actually i love it.
I love being in the dark mossy spruce forest. He cuts and i load the wood, clean up, and wander around a bit. Today the wind picks up, i sit in the moss, have some tea among the swaying trees and all the creaking noises.
I also collect some pieces of bark for my paintings.
I use dead poplarsand just peel of the bark.
When i walk home there is one of those black clouds in the North-East again.
With the sun shining.I didn't go with Don for a long time because,
sometimes when Don and i work together, we create these black clouds. Things have improved lately. The secret: K I S S-kissing, keep it super special kissing. :)
And you know what; that wood too will make us hot many times.
Cutting, loading, unloading, stacking, splitting, bringing in and at last; burning in the woodstove in our home.