Thursday, 1 March 2012

Chainsaw In Shadow


The sun was obvious behind the mist this morning, like a grandparent plays a game of surprise from behind the curtains, we know what is coming but the delight is not blunted.  It has been a long time since we knew the sun would keep us warm, since we have not thought of coats or even scarves. Anticipation we didn’t even know we had flowers into joyful embrace. I hold my arms up to the sun like petals and get buzzed by a furry fat bee. All the windows and doors are wide open. Mr is down in the shadow of the hill with the chainsaw and a recently felled alder tree. Day heat comes from the sun, night heat from the combustion of wood.  

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