When I stopped to take this picture, the smell of wood smoke was in the air. That brought back memories of being an Explorer Scout and spending one weekend each winter at Camp To-Pe-Ne-Bee. We stayed in a cabin where the only heat was from a wood burning fireplace. We would go there on a Saturday morning and return home on Sunday evening. I don’t remember much about what we did during the day except hike around the camp, but at night we would cook and eat in the cabin, and if there were new members to the post, we would have a snipe hunt in the woods, often in the snow. It was great.
Cindy wants me to start taking down the Christmas decorations. I told her that as long as I could avoid going into the living room, it didn’t bother me that the tree was still up. Her response to that comment landed somewhere between a sniff and a snort. It appears that I’ll start taking down the tree this afternoon. I say start, because I doubt that I’ll get it hauled to the basement (yes it is artificial) until tomorrow. After all, I have to remove the tree decorations and carefully pack. Then I’ll take down the lights in the window, and see if I can figure out which bulbs need replaced, because about half of the string did not light this year. And then I’ll start packing the other decorations. Taking the unwieldy tree to the basement is what I’ll put off the longest.
I was listening to The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem earlier this morning. One of the songs was Roddy McCorley, and as I listened I thought, “Who writes songs these days where you can find the words such as “farmstead,” “fray,” “trod,” or “stalwart?” For that matter, how many people under the age of 30 would know the history behind the song? Would they be interested enough to google the song title and read a little history? Do I have any more questions to ask?
Nope. That’s all of my questions for today.