How can I even be thinking about snow when it's in the 90's outside and I can hardly move without breaking a sweat? We spend a good portion of our summers preparing for the winter freeze to come. That snow fall is inevitable. Some years it doesn't amount to much and some years it will keep us house bound for days. The thing is we never know which it's going to be so we have to prepare for the worst and hope for the best.
Chris has been very busy spending a portion of each day cutting brush and small trees for fire safety and I've been helping him clear and haul. These logs will turn into firewood for the coming winter season. We really only have two seasons here - six months of hot and six months of cold punctuated by about four weeks of spring and four weeks of fall. In the six months of hot it never rains! Not a drop! That means it's dry and dusty and we worry about fire all the time. If you pay any attention to the news you know that there are big fires burning in the west and California is one big tinderbox. A large fire is burning in the river canyon about 20 miles from us and the smoke hangs in the sky over us to remind us how precarious our position is. It's the price we pay living in a beautiful place.
Added at 8:30 AM: the smoke from the American fire has blocked out the sun for the last two days and choked the air making it difficult to work outside. I really feel for the folks living closer to the blaze. So far no homes have been lost but thousands of acres (14,000) of woodlands have burned with no containment in sight. http://www.rocklintoday.com/news/templates/community_news.asp?articleid=11938&zoneid=4
In the six months of cold it can rain for weeks at a time, I'm not kidding Seattle has nothing on us! The rain occasionally gives way to sleet and snow and then back to rain. Brrrrrrr.
Since we heat mainly with our wood stove this half full wood shed makes me very happy! This looks like money in the bank.
And these logs waiting to be split, cut from dead or dieing trees on our land look like cozy winter nights spent curled up with a good book and a cup of tea.
Until next time,