It’s like trees in the
sky
It’s beautiful.
The moments unfold more
gradually these days. I’ve been temping 8 to 5 come lately and
around 6.30 in the AM Kevin tells me of his daily plans. Yesterday
it was rafters.
I often think how his day
is going and about what progress he has made. I was delighted with
the sight that greeted me as I drove down our road and pulled into
the gravel drive.
These 11 rafters that
reach into our woodland skies will roof the living room and Arthur’s
loft.
I imagine myself inside
the dry walled in house and making decisions on where to place the
furniture Kevin will build. I envision a rustic luxury of open space,
of abundant cabinets and built in bookshelves. I wonder at my bare
feet on hard wood floors cut from local timber. I marvel at the idea
of coffee on the deck overlooking the surrounding woods and lake. And
I am fascinated that Kevin has already picked out where our Christmas
tree will sit.
Reality Check: All the
milling of logs that Kevin and Arthur accomplished this last summer
in preparation for this build has dwindled. Kevin’s board count
for the framing was almost spot on, but now I find him calculating
his needs for the remaining rafters, roofing and a few minor interior
walls. Already he’s pulled in logs from down the road and 2 huge
pines that stood less than 100 yards from the new house site. I keep
telling him no more clearing on our property, but apparently thinning
is a different concept.
Our house is made of
trees I’ve seen, touched and watched morph into something
equally as beautiful that reaches upwards just like them.
My trees in the sky.
It’s beautiful.
~Cheryl
