Late summer, early autumn is a beautiful time on the mountain.
The late summer flowers bloom and those who's time has past have gone to seed. Even seed pods have a beauty all their own.
The dog days of summer are replaced by a chill in the air, making a campfire inviting and pleasant.
It's the time of year that sees a lot of action at the cabin!
That's because it is time to gather firewood and haul it home for the winter. For the men in the family, this is a time of interest and anticipation. I think it is their favorite sport.
My task is to find the dead trees that need cut down. It is kind of like a gigantic jig-saw puzzle. At first it seems that there are only three or four trees that are dead in the forest. But, after careful hiking and exploring to all the property's corners, an amazing assortment of dead trees are found and marked for cutting. For fun, I counted them this year and came up with sixty-five. Falling the trees and taking their limbs off is a task that befalls others in the family.
While they work, I'm happy to do my own thing. I call it "playing pioneer" and it is quite good for the heart and soul.
The appetites of those who work hard must be satisfied!
Before long the log stack grows, eventually to a size approved by the woodsmen as "enough". Each log is then cut into sixteen-inch lengths. Then comes the task of stacking each one in the trailer.
Some are heavy, some are light. Some are large, some are small. But together they make up a warming stack of firewood for winter's use.
All in all, more than eight cords of firewood made it down the mountain, ready to heat in the winter months. There's nothing quite as nice as "mountain wood" in a firebox to keep a house cozy and warm.
Of course, after all that work, there was plenty of tea, a healthy reward for a job well done.