We had a delivery of well seasoned logs from our friend Greg the arborist on Friday.
Sitting in front of a real fire is a great place to contemplate, make big plans and put off all the important stuff you should be doing somewhere else! I grew up with an open fire and took for granted that it would always be blazing away first thing in the morning, because Mum would always be up early enough to get it going! I probably never said thank you to her but Mum would have done anything for the four of us and Dad. Anyway, thanks Mum.
Sometime during the 1970s Mum’s fire was replaced with a gas fire... very efficient and easy to get going but never again did we sit in front of that fire and make Sunday toast on a long fork with a green wooden handle... happy days!
I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair
I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see
For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green
I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know
But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
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| Greg's logs burn very well |
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