It is cold out, and my wood box needs refilling. A winter storm is coming and the next 10-day forecast is bitter. I like that even in 2025, nature can still become up close and personal. She can be an adversary, pit herself against our best efforts, and win. She can easily turn from a benevolent caregiver to a lethal foe. We hiked up our mountain this morning, 21°, and then we renewed our wood supply, stacked it neatly on the porch, and filled the wood box. I then secured all our outdoor stuff for the coming snow, forecast today at 61/2”, and headed for the heat inside. My hands and fingers hurt and burned and it was at that moment I realized, another hour out here and they and I would suffer frostbite. I opened the door and stepped into the warmth of our home and the blazing wood fire. Nature can kill my hands and at the same moment warm them. This is what I find so meaningful, we must regularly and always place ourselves in dominion over nature, so it serves us, not kills us.
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