Filling the wood room
Just a short little post with pictures of our daily life here in the woods.
Our tree in the living room--not yet decorated.
It’s taken us days to get the tree halfway decorated. Last night we finally hung the star and lights and garland. Both of our strings of colored light contained renegade lights which wouldn’t turn on, so we threw them away. Don’t want to burn down the house attempting to utilize an old string of lights, you know.
We're slowly getting the tree decorated
Barry announced–after hanging our white lights on the tree–”It looks like a tree in the mall!”
We’ve never strung white lights on the tree before. A new Christmastime experience! (What color of lights do you string on your Christmas trees?)
Wine glass stem--and stars
Barry dons snowmobile helmet to plow. Because the wind is so fierce & freezing.
We sure didn’t get lots of snow from the snowstorm last week. Not like folks in Minnesota and Wisconsin and lower Michigan. Although different parts of the Upper Peninsula did experience a wild storm. We maybe have eight to ten inches on the ground. I’m not sure.
I was trying to estimate last night when emptying the bucket of woodstove ashes. In the middle of the winter you sink above your knees. Last night the official snow line was below the boot tops.
Yet another view of our "Little House in the Big Woods"
We have to get the wood room filled. Sigh. Kiah promises to help fill the wood room when she’s home next week, but we’re in need of logs to burn NOW. Barry insisted I do the easy job. He handed the logs into the wood room and I dropped them mostly effortlessly onto the pile. No hassle. No stress.
Winter chores must get done, no matter how one feels.
Pears to share
Besides that, it’s been the Week of the Pears. One of our neighbors appeared last month selling fruit for the L’Anse Booster Club or Band or some similar organization.
“No, I’m sorry,” I said, “my mother-in-law always sends us oranges and grapefruits. Guess we can’t get help you out.”
She smiled sweetly. You know, the kind of sweetly that melts your heart and makes you want to order something.
“How about pears?” she asked.
“Pears!” I said. “That will be wonderful. A box of pears, please.”
The pears came last week.
They taste wonderful. They are at that incredible perfectly ripe stage. However, how can the Drues eat 24 pears? Impossible!
Thus, I have been giving away pears left and right. Book club potluck? How about some pears? Schoolkids? How do you like pears? Dear friends, a pear or three?