Burning the forest that's already down

They’ve told us that it’s going to snow a number of times… I wasn’t ready to believe them until now. Last time they told us it was still October. Now it’s the middle of November, my snowshoes have arrived; I have a coat, 2 cords of wood, and a spare body in the bed to keep me warm. Wood. We were supposed to get beetle pine from up top – the top of the infamous hill that keeps people away. Don’t know exactly what happened to that plan, but it went awry. Ended up getting old growth salvaged Douglas fir instead. I started counting one of the logs. Got to 286 and got bored. Was probably 2/3 or ¾ of the way through. Some of it is soaked with sap and weighs 3 times as much as it should. Sizzles and pops and crackles and hisses the night away. It’s beautiful to come home to a warm fir-smelling cabin after a day at work. Home feels like home now that Jeremy’s here. Food and warmth and lots of love. We’re going to try and go up, up, up a mountain this weekend to find more snow, lots of snow. That makes me smile.