A DELAYED POST
When I was young my cousin
and I always laughed at what the aunts and uncles talked about when they got
together. The women always talked about
their ailments or people they new that were dead and the men always talked
about the weather.
Even today when I write my
cousin (the only kin that I keep in touch with) I always begin the letter with
the weather. Perhaps it is something in
my DNA.
Well, the temperature here in
the western Maine
It seems a little early but
there are already red leaves starting to appear on the maple tree in front of
the house and on the sumac along the road.
This could be the sign of an early fall and long winter. Perhaps I should consult the wooly-bully caterpillar.
I still have one more cord of
firewood to have delivered. So far I
have about two and a half cord in my
woodshed and that is what I expect to burn in a normal winter; but better too
much than run short.
Some folks might think that the
beginning of August is a little too early to begin thinking about winter – but
they don’t live in rural Maine Maine
Don’t get me wrong: I love
winter – especially that first crisp white snowfall of the year. Winter is why we choose to live in Maine
the Ol’Buzzard
