The Stream meets up with the Mountain

The stream meets up with the mountain's base for sustenance. Its consistent music, and refreshing  coolness restores the lethargy which  builds within long stretches of  unbearable heat in summer.

Fall finds delight in cool dry air. Apple trees line the stream's perimeter, bulging with ripe red and green fruit. Bees congregate at the onset of over-ripe fruit dangling. 

Apples drop to a thud on parched meadow grass-- seasoned like crisp yellow hay, feed for our neighbor's horses. Walks, wearing jeans and bulky sweaters bring energy before winter's plaintive song appears.

The bone chill of winter would set in before the end of October.  All the wood we would need for the following six months would be chopped and stacked neatly in the western side of the house.

A fragrant blend of hickory, maple, and soft pine wood would snap, crack, and burn within our loyal non- stop wood stove.

Winter often was felt through mid-April, when all we dreamed of were flowers, and fresh fruits and vegetables.

- Kate Lamberg (c) 2020