It was last year … Mid-October … we had just gotten our first snow of the year … Yes, that was Mid-October … we had also gotten a serious wind storm a few days earlier, which knocked down several trees in our back yard … and front yard … and side yard … and … well, anyway … we weren’t prepared for the snow, either …
It would turn out that the snow just wouldn’t stop long enough to take care of the trees way back in the back yard until Summer.
But, I had to take care of the trees which were down in the driveway, and then worry about getting the pellets in, for the pellet stove. Both would take time, and the weather wouldn’t cooperate.
I took out the chainsaw, and began work on what trees I could manage around the perimeter of the property. Lost a lot of pine, poplar, maple, birch, and sumac. All this couldn’t be done in a day (or days), and the snow was too deep to lug the chainsaw, and the wheelbarrow, back and forth through the snow. So, I figured I could just keep both downstairs, on the other side of the staircase (out of the way), to be ready on the next rare opportunity to “work outside.”
It gets dark downstairs, even with the pellet stove blazing on the other side of the room.
I finally got the opportunity to work outside. Always one to conserve energy (except my own), I didn’t bother with turning on a light downstairs, after I had “suited up” for my outdoor adventure in adverse weather conditions (which we just simply call “the weather out …”). Keep in mind that when we get ready to go outside for any length of time, we are “suited up” in something resembling a space suit, for the lack of mobility all those layers and heavy snow boots allow …
Anyway, I was making my way toward the chain saw, getting ready to reach down and grab it, when I said the phrase I had never said before, but, the moment I said it (for I knew I would have to explain to those above (2nd Floor) what all the racket was about), I realized what a great line it was, and we must really be out in the country. Keep in mind this was inside the house:
“On my way to the chain saw … I tripped over the wheelbarrow.”
Blessings,
Richard. Vincent. Rose.
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