wooded, lots
if you've visited my house in the winter, you probably know that the metal roof sheds snow quite readily, usually in big sheets that are spectacular to see and hair-raising to hear. (under such circumstances, snow's noisier than you might think.)
unfortunately, the snow therefore piles up under the eaves. all around the house there's a high hump of snow. it requires assiduous labor to keep the entrace to the garage passable; if we don't keep it shoveled a mountain develops. going up the mountain in our burly suv is easy. going down it into the garage, though, is a treacherous slide.
i went out today with the intention of bringing in a few loads of firewood. i opened the door from the garage to the back yard and found yet another impassable moraine, this one neatly embossed by the panels of the door.
i manfully scaled the peak, stood proudly atop the summit, filled my lungs with the bracing mountain air — harder than you might think at such dizzy altitudes — then waded through thigh-deep snow out to the woodpiles. several falls and humiliating stalls later, the woodbox was filled and my clothing was soaked.
when i do stuff like that i always think of little house on the prairie, and i imagine how cumbersome such a task would have been without a nice canvas sling and polarfleece (to say nothing of the luxury of a cord of pre-cut, pre-split, kiln-dried logs). i think i might start getting pretty careful about how much firewood i use.
Comments
I think I had better go lie down after reading that....and yes, make it a little warmer in here.
Posted by: auntb | February 10, 2004 03:30 PM
God, I hate winter.
Posted by: Molly | February 10, 2004 04:30 PM
Not to mention in the middle of menstruating, with no advil and nothing to use for sanitary purposes but an old piece of muslin.
Posted by: terry | February 10, 2004 04:34 PM
What a trooper you are! And did I mention how much I appreciate your daily postings? Thanks!
Posted by: yr maw | February 10, 2004 05:14 PM