Wood Piles
A few months ago a dead tree down by the former milk barn fell over into the path. Three days ago Gary cut and split the final pieces of it, which you see here. When I think about it I find it incredible the amount of memories I have that revolve around fire wood. Where would I even start recording them? To begin with I'll say that up until the age of 22, which is the first time I left home for an extended period of time, I had never actually lived in a house that didn't have wood heat. (This was in the summer of '91 when I lived as an exchange student in Mexico for 5 weeks one summer.) Summers in Mexico don't generally require any sort of heating in the house at all, so I have no idea how they heated their house. But in very rural coastal Northern California we almost always had to have some sort of heat in the house, year round. Summer evenings can get quite cool, even in August. It gets foggy, more often than not, in the afternoo...