there was barely a taste of winter until 2 days ago. and then she came in earnest. trees dropping their branches all around our little stone nest. and then yesterday morning we found one of my favorite trees had uprooted and was propped on our porch roof. i must say, i was afraid for our little porch. the pillars supporting it must be 100 years old. or more. and the tree was heavy and solid. but luckily some of it's weight was still being supported at the ground. johnny came this morning with brutus. he climbed onto the icy cedar roof with his chainsaw and got to work cutting the tree into pieces before cutting it off at the stump and giving me the fun job of pulling the trunk off the roof. and the amazing thing is.....there was not a bit of damage. not even a cracked shingle. we were very very lucky. lucky not to have a hole in our porch, but also lucky to have wonderful friends. not only did johnny come straight over to help, but tracy, dave and sam came to join in the winter work as well. piling wood and dragging brush and breathing in the memorable scent of chainsaw oil, sawdust and snow. we had tea and hot chocolate with warm foamy milk. the sky was bright and the air was cold. and the house was warm. edgar was eager to play with brutus. or angry brutus was here. i'm not sure which. and we didn't find out. i kept edgar inside perched on the sofa. the men hauled away the brush. sam played playstation hockey. and tracy and i sat by the fire with our tea, talking.
so our wood is cut and piled. the brush has been taken to the recycling center and we are tired and cozy by the fire as the sky loses it's brightness and becomes night. it was a wonderful day!
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