When all else fails and the weather permits, I grab a tool, such as loppers, a hoe or pruning saw and go into the woods. There is always invasive plants to cut, trails to clear or trees to prune. There is only the sound of the wind and birds rustling in the brush. My thoughts are about the here and now, and time seems to stop. It is good treatment for depression, anxiety and loneliness during this time of transition. If there is a need to talk to my neighbors all I have to do is walk down the road with a shovel to clean culverts and debris from the drainage ditches, and soon somebody will drive by, stop and talk. When the sun starts setting or the rain drops start falling, I make my way back to the house, throw a log in the stove, feed the cats, heat up some swill for dinner and call it a day. It sure beats going to town, getting exposed to the Covid or flu virus, or spending money on something I can live without.
A collection of stories from the life of Michael Burke. He worked for the Forest Service in Alaska, California, and Oregon. He lives in Oakland, OR. His wonderful wife, Celia, passed in May of 2021
Sunday, November 7, 2021
Thursday, April 1, 2021
SPRING 2021
With the changing of the seasons comes all the spring projects. Darn, I never finished all the winter projects. Spring house cleaning should be priority one, but I doubt that will get the attention it deserves. There is painting to do, gardening, pruning, firewood to split for next winter, grass to cut, preparing for fire season and the dreaded summer ahead.
I forgot, time to get the hammock out where I can retreat and think of all that needs to be done.
CHANGING OF THE SEASONS
It is the middle of September as summer still hangs on, but there is a chill in the morning air as I drink my coffee, listen to the radio a...
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The lights from houses along the freeway were mingled through the trees in rural southern Oregon. It made me wonder what these people did ...
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My old friend Arthritis showed up last weekend and took advantage of my right knee. By Sunday afternoon I was confined to my chair in pain...
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Last night I had a wild dream of being lost in Tiller, Oregon. For those of you that have never been to Tiller, it is a small community ne...