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“Firewood”
My Orcas Island cabin
is on a quiet lane occupied in winter by a handful of local old-timers and
myself. Nothing much happens until a tree has to be felled. Word gets
around and by the time the tree service people arrive, we're all there
like so many sidewalk superintendents. After the falling and when it gets
down to cutting firewood, the owner usually invites us all in for tea and
cookies. It's a lovely lifestyle. by Rie Muñoz |