The Woodlot


The crisp morning air greets me with the comforting smell of a wood fire drifting from the cabin. With coffee in hand, I walk towards the woodlot happy to see another day. The pile of wood from last week’s cutting lay waiting for my axe to transform it into stove wood for the winter.

If there is one thing I enjoy most, it would have to be splitting wood. Combined with the crisp fall morning air and the smell of wood smoke lingering in the air, my day is destined to be most satisfying. Before I left the cabin, I set a pot of beans on the potbelly stove to slowly simmer during the day. I know when I go back inside later the inviting scent of supper would be in the air.

Thinking back to those years spent in the backwoods of the Ozarks, I can still smell the wood smoke in the crisp morning air. Those days are part of the yesterdays of my life now and their memories linger often in the back roads of my mind.

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