I’ve noticed that the change of seasons makes me feel more thoughtful. There’s something about the wind blowing through the trees that causes me to pause and think larger thoughts. Sometimes on my philosophical days, I ask myself the big existential questions everyone ponders at one time or another.
Of course, I never come up with any real answers, but I do feel like when you live out in the trees away from the things of man, it’s somewhat easier to think big thoughts when you need to. (Hey, it worked for Thoreau.)
A long time ago, one of our neighbors said of Sandpoint that there are only two seasons: winter and preparing for winter. Even though fall is incredibly beautiful here, it seems like there’s often a sense of sadness as people start pulling their boats out of the water and getting the kids ready for school. The long days are summer are over and the plants are starting to look tired and yellow.
The sounds of chain saws are also in the air as everyone starts thinking about staying warm this winter. James has been busy sawing trees into logs and putting them into our wood holders. The woodshed is stuffed to the brim with wood he’s split.
Even though summer may be on its way out, the good news is that thanks to James’ efforts, we’re sure to be toasty warm this winter.