A friend said she'd tell us when someone she knows hosts her next walk on hot coals. I thought I wasn't interested until I found myself, for the second time in a week, splitting wood on a 90-plus degree day. What were we thinking on New Year's Day when we decided it was too cold to kayak down Elk Creek to the James River? After all, less than a month before that I started running up a mountain at midnight on a trail of snow.
"Gripe about heat, get hotter?" says Virginia. "Gripe about cold, get colder? Certainly you weren't fueling the woodstove?"
Right, walking on hot coals could be a good thing. Twice this week we stoked the Pompeii brick oven to make wood-fired pizza. I had to split beautiful purplish walnut because our woodshed isn't ready for winter. In five minutes I was ready to enter a wet tee shirt contest, maybe the womanless beauty pageant held this weekend at the Glasgow Riverfest. For the third time today -- number 1, my morning run; number 2, picking the last peas and pulling out the plants
Time for a shower. Cold or hot?
End of February happenings
4 years ago
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