Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Why God Invented Heaters

After the wind and the rain blasts of Hurricane Matthew, the beauty and drama of fall is taking center stage. 

Here in the woods, it’s hunting season. Bow season for deer has been underway and now, pig season has begun. While I might have the occasional ‘OH MY GOD, I’M SO FAT! moment, I do have a big love and respect for my body parts being attached to each other in a symmetrical, upright and breathing fashion, so my walking attire probably needs to have something brighter than anything I own except for red moccasins. Unfortunately, I doubt hunters are looking at a pig’s feet while they are still moving, rather, they save that for the brining jar after success, so red shoes are not going to be a big help. 

But oops! I was then reminded, it’s not pig season, it’s bear season. I was so all over not wanting to be taken for a pig I just ran right over the fact that being taken for a bear would be a lot easier. 

Yesterday, while walking around with a friend who knows from experience a whole lot about bears, he stopped, smelled the air and casually said he thought one was nearby. I believed him. We just kept walking. For some reason, bears don’t really scare me (well, okay, hearing one snuffling nearby? that concerns me to awareness factor - if it's dark and the only thing between me and a bear is a tent wall? yes, color me scared, hence the RV - life is too short to be scared when you don't have to be scared). 

Of course, I'm talking about black bears, not brown bears / grizzlies, which scare me sincerely. But with a black bear, for the most part, unless you are between a mama and her cub(s) or acting aggressively - like taking away your candy bar that you foolishly left out on your picnic table - you probably, most likely good chances are, you aren’t going to get into trouble if you play by the rules* (see *rules). 

The best thing to happen yesterday is that I finally got to use a two handled crosscut saw. As many old readers know, I have a bum arm, so I really never thought I’d get to do this thing that I never tried, before the time for trying new arm things was up; there's not many times sailing when you need to use a cross cut saw, thankfully. But this wasn’t a redwood, it was a soft pine and I had to give it a try with an experienced person on the other side to teach me how.

Not a huge tree but big enough to block the road
I forgot to get a photo actually using this baby
Surprise! It doesn’t really take a lot of push pull. It’s more of a 'guide the glide' back and forth in a straight fashion. Of course, if I’d done it all day on hardwoods? For one (and the only) thing, that wouldn't have happened. This was three full cuts through a small diameter tree. Using a saw that was last used 50 years ago, a saw still sharp and clean. Yeah. That was very cool. I didn't know it was on my bucket list, but I'm crossing it off anyway. No pun intended.

It's out of the road and smells like Christmas!
The sights keep changing and staying the same. Wild turkeys in the yard, too quickly scared by the sound of my feet on the porch for me to pixel them, the leaves of the trees now moving into new colors every day, mushrooms popping up only to soon return back to earth

One day brilliant

The next day not so much. I wonder what nibbled here and
if it is still alive?
The leaves have almost all fallen from the wild grapes, leaving them exposed and looking like they are part of the pines. I've heard they sweeten with the first frost, but can also make you an instant member of the Imodium club (oh! folk cure for that that really works? Nibble some burned toast. Try it).

Wherever you are, enjoy this time of change. I'm ready to be warm again but until I am? There is a lot of beauty to visually wallow in (not physically, there are chiggers here!).

Have a tactile Tuesday. Do something teachable.

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