The Woodlot

cropped-cropped-cropped-cropped-img_07871.jpgThe 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 eager hands and 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. I, most of all, know how blessed I am.

This is a day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad for it


Thinking back to those years spent in the backwoods of the Ozarks, I can still smell the wood smoke in a 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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  1. Oh, what a glorious day. I wish I could have gone with you into the woods to chop. I’d let you swing the ax and I would be a great casual observer. You allow me to go with you anyway as you write about those wonderful days-gone-by we all treasure in our memory shed. Thank you for sharing.


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