Cold
While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
And cold and heat,
And summer and winter,
And day and night
Shall not cease. Genesis 8:22
What splendid poetry straight from God’s heart! What a grand promise of the enduring cycle of the seasons.
Wood
Right now is the time to collect firewood before winter’s cold. Last month I spotted a standing dead Douglas Fir tree on private property, and got permission to harvest it. “You can have it if you take all of it,” the landowner said.
The tree was over a hundred feet tall (note my teenage grandson standing beside it) and 48” at the base, too big for an amateur to fall, so I outsourced that.
Once it was on the ground, I started clearing the branches and sticks. Finished that a few days ago and now I have about a week to harvest the log. The property is steep and once the autumn rains begin, getting a loaded trailer up that hill could prove tricky.
My first 24 years were spent in America’s heartland—Texas, Nebraska, Missouri. Only after moving to British Columbia, Canada’s westernmost province, did I become acquainted with falling, bucking, splitting and burning firewood. I’ve never looked back.
This wood will keep us warm in the cold, wet months of western Oregon’s winter.
Stones
Cody Brandon, the young, Texan protagonist of Someplace North, Someplace Wild, loves the challenges in remote places of the Pacific NW. In the story, scheduled for release next year, he immigrates to Canada, gets fired, finds another job, and locates some lost horses in the high country.
Armed with only a stone, he confronts a grizzly determined to kill him.
He’ll also work to romance a schoolteacher. And he’ll face the biggest peril by far: an unjust charge of homicide brought by a lying, crooked county attorney.
In a few months, the book will release, and you’ll learn how all that turns out!
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