Beltane Running Creeks Moon
Got out this morning early to begin limbing. Still cool. Finished the front and went on to the back. Using my Gransfors’ limbing ax. Conifer Mountain and Black Mountain were in the distance, a breeze blew up Black Mountain Drive and through the Lodgepole pines. On it the scent of cut pine floated up as first dead limbs then limbs with green needles fell to the side. The thunk of an ax cutting wood, the vibration of the oak handle, the release as the ax head sails on beyond the cut. Primal. Direct. No internal combustion engines. Just wood and steel and muscle.
Charles,
Read your blog every night as I prepare for bed. Not that I use it to put me to sleep. I enjoy hearing from and about you as you make your way thorugh the last one third of a lifetime .for many years I had 20-400 vision, wearing glasses almost from birth. After my lenses were replaced twenty some years ago I have had perfect vision and require no glasses at all for anything. One of the few blessings of advancing age. I am trying to think of some others but nothing comes to mind….. Tom
Ah. I’m looking forward to the cataract surgery, then. Good to get your sense of humor live, Tom.