Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Care and Feeding

I was upstairs with the girls and took a moment to look out the window towards the wood shop just in time to see this giant prehistoric log teetering from a crane in the lumber yard, Wes and Drew scurrying around below readying a spot for it to land. 

This big beauty of an old growth Douglas Fir was unearthed from the Joe Leary slough just up the road.  A treasure from the past with a mysterious history soon to be decoded by a dendrochronologist. 

The girls and I waited for the sawdust to settle before bundling up to check it out, noses pressed to the glass they watched their dad.  What a gift for them to see and understand what he does for work. "Is this tree older than our planet, Earth?" G asked as she sized it up.

My brother and I have been spending our time well during his visit.  Watching the cousins play, cooking, eating, playing, taking walks, telling stories.  Are you bored?  I keep asking him.  No.  I'm not.  I'm perfectly content.  Are you hungry?  No, I'm not, we just ate.  Oh, right,

and then Flora sneaks around the corner into the kitchen, gives her sign for "more" with a twinkle in her eye at the question of hunger, and on we go with the care and feeding of three little girls. 

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