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spring summer everything
spring but it’s cold. But we know it’s spring because the light is out later, and then there is moonlight, the fullmoon, and it’s like the light above the river never leaves, where the trees break, over the water, between … Continue reading
Filed under busy, everything, inspiration, joy, Living in the woods, love, rich, summer, the cold, the night, the sea, the sky, the sun
tuesday and rain and a blog post, after alot of time without them.
Today I cut myself, for the first time. Slicing cucumbers, or red onions, or beets, and the knife slipped and cut my thumb instead, right above the nail. I put a band-aid on and tried to not get it wet, … Continue reading
Filed under Living in the woods, sads, solitude
infinity worth of jars and a long weekend’s worth of time
It rained today, a thunderstorm that split the sky. The sky is taller here, way up there and far a way, a sort of theater, too far away to do much harm. Not low and tight like the sky in … Continue reading
Filed under Alaska, joy, Living in the woods
woodsponies
Today we ate a late lunch of re-heated pinto beans and set out, sleds in tow, to move spruce rounds from the edge of the oil road. There are two sleds, both black plastic, one large, one smaller. One holds … Continue reading
Holy books and melting icicles
First- if you haven’t read the post below this one, about my blog going private, please read it and leave a comment there so I can add you to the readership! I don’t want to lose you, dear reader! —————————— … Continue reading
ees good, these life
laundry . . we helped friends build a barn for their pregnant cow . . a friend’s woodstove . . dinner . . roadkill moosemeat stew . . my pack . . 8 a.m., twelve below, the frozen river
Blogs about my job last summer that I deleted after my boss found them
Last summer, when I first started this blog, I was working as a cook in the woods. I used my new blog as a way to vent my frustration about work and to rip on my “manager”, who then found … Continue reading
Filed under Living in the woods, Shit talking
