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Squirrels in the wood pile again

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Merry meet all,

In Pleasant Bay, the pack ice still coats the ocean surface. Everyone would be seated in front of the wood stoves, with knitted shawls warming their shoulders, and sipping hot tea from their mugs. Woodpeckers pecking at the house walls and moose straining to the upper branches to feast on fruit tree bark. It is almost impossible to grow fruit trees there because moose want the bark. I miss the wood stove. 

The rabbits’ fur turns white in the winter there. But somehow the critters and the people there manage to survive the cold winter there. There is no grocery store or gas station or hospital. It is a long drive over the mountain. So you have to be mindful and careful. The snowplow doesn’t come often to Pleasant Bay. We have to be actually tell them where Pleasant Bay is. So if the snow isn’t plowed, you go nowhere- for a few days. 

There are ways to amuse yourself. You can go snowshoeing, skiing, hiking, watch the eagles fly over the ocean, and go on long meditative walks. You can chop wood for fire, learn how to play crib  or just relax and watch the fire burn in the wood stove. I like to be outdoors though. You can shovel snow and maybe collect sap from the trees or watch the wildlife. See? things to do. I can saw wood, stack wood and collect wood. I wonder how many people do that, in our increasingly hectic rat race society. Today people send text messages. Wel I have never sent anyone a text message. But I have survival skills. I can ride horses and grow my own food. I like to think I am ahead of the game. 

You have to conserve your wood supply for the wood stove too. Don’t use it all up at once. You have to let the wet wood dry out, even damp wood. A real big log can take a long time to burn. sometimes two days to burn. So you have to consider that and the size of the wood stove inside it and that it may be better to burn small or medium sized logs. All this plays a part in heating your home and staying alive. 

Don’t freak out if you see sawbugs. They have roamed the earth since the time of the dinosaurs. The ash that burns from the logs should get shifted or stirred in the wood stove. This helps the next log to burn. 

I don’t know how a person could ever be bored. I hope I have shown you that there is lots to do in a tiny community of 300 people. The tiny fishing village is where I grew up. 

It is awesome to get to escape to the country to remember yourselves, hear yourself think and watch the amazing power of nature. 

Blessed Be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Winter woes

You need a wood stove here for survival

You need a wood stove here for survival

Merry meet all,

Next month is Spring Equinox. I can’t wait. I have slaved over icy sidewalks, praying with each nervous step that I never break a bone. I have fallen, it is inevitable, but not seriously hurt myself. I was one of the lucky ones. The sun is shining hard today. The sunshine is welcome. The turn in the Wheel of the year shifts to the maiden, as the Crone slowly loosens her dark clutch on our world. 

I love the dark half of the year from the time of Samhain to just after December. Anything after that is just instruction in misery. January to March is the coldest harshest time of year. 

I set my story in the winter time. It added clever tension to the story. She is forced to remain in an unsettling haunted house that is more tomb than home. Only I tried to make it authentic at the same time. I love authenticity. The weather conditions force her to remain there and solve the mystery of the ghost’s death. I know what it is like there in the winter and I last visited in the cold season in April. 

The house was so cold my lips were blue when I woke up. No exaggeration. The wood stove only heated 2 rooms in the house on the first floor. I gathered wood before my first morning coffee. There is a way to gather wood. You need to gather seasoned wood, or dry wood, and if you bring wet wood in, you need to let it dry. You can store wood to dry in your home, if you have a small shed or a back porch. We stored the wild brush in milk crates and other crates. We had to ration the wood too. You need a wood stove to survive there and a car. There is no gas station in Pleasant Bay so you have to have gas in your car to be able to drive over the mountains to Cheticamp. I hope these details I gave to the story lend authenticity to the novel. 

I am also working on a short horror fiction story. Wish me luck!!

 

Blessings, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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Memories of winter visits

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Merry meet all,

Winter is upon us. It must be freezing in Pleasant Bay. I recall a time I visited it and my family stayed in a chalet. Well you want to talk cold weather? Let me tell you about it. 

It was so cold when we arrived at night that we had to put sheets on the large windows to contain the heat. We wore mitts as we unpacked. After turning on the lights and the kettle, we settled down  for a well-earned rest. It is 450 km s to the beautiful small fishing village. We started a fire in the wood stove. The room slowly warmed up. When I stayed in the other house, my lips were blue in the morning and that was in April! 

But if you have a hardy spirit and breeding, you should do just fine. Imagine being in the Shire and that sums up Pleasant Bay. There are fun things to do there in the winter such as skiing, snowshoeing ( I tried it once and was in too much snow and panicked), hiking, watching the wildlife, painting, or just meditating and observing the beauteous bounty of nature. You can catch up on sleep and for once be able to hear yourself think. How precious is that? 

The rabbits grow in their white fur to camouflage from predators in the snow. The seals give birth on the pack ice. The moose feast on wood bark in the woods. The spruce trees are home to hibernating squirrels and eagles swoop over the ocean, hunting for fish. The wild brush looks more gorgeous in the winter and animal tracks are everywhere. I often see more moose dung than I do of the moose. They are elusive beasts. 

People become scarce in the winter. The locals hide in their hobbit holes as smoke drifts from the chimneys and lights glow in the windows. That is the only sign that anyone is home. Winter is harsh in Pleasant Bay. It is the heart of the wild wood. If you can’t take the isolation, don’t visit. It is where I grew up. You are at the mercy of nature’s elements. The snowplow doesn’t come often to the town to rescue people from mountains of snow. Isolation is a reality in the winter. 

For all that, it is still a magnificent place. My grandfather ran a farm without electricity in the 1920s. See how much we take for granted these days? It does get cold. It does get lonely. But it is so amazing. Pleasant Bay can take your  heart without you being aware of it. 

I miss the smell of wood smoke from the woodstove. The sound of the kettle rattling on the wood stove, and woodpeckers pecking on the house outside. I hope to be back there soon. Till then, be well. 

Blessed Be, Lady Spiderwitch )O(

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