Duncan and I visited Viv’s Wood on Saturday to put up the sign Duncan had made from a piece of fallen oak from the wood. The branch had come off in gales last winter and dropped into the stream. Split and smoothed, the wood’s name was hand carved into the surface of the rough plank. The uprights were pieces of birch from the wood, only the screws were brought in.
We hadn’t been for a while and so had a wander around to check everything was OK and take out a few of the birch trees that are crowding the newer oaks and smothering the heather. We will burn these in our wood stove when they are seasoned. A fallen nest box was also put back up ready for the spring.
Extracting Birch
In light of the eventual use of the wood that we took away this poem from Mum seemed appropriate…
Autumn Evening
Kindling – a friendly word
for the start of warmth.
Splinters, shavings, chips of oak,
chopped sticks and kindred twigs
then serious timber a handspan thick.
The catalyst, a fizz of sulphur,
prelude to our atavistic pleasure in
spits, sparks and flames,
now quietly glowing cinders.
(c) Viv Blake 24 August 2009
As always Viv chose extravagant words throughout her verses but ended exquisitely simple, thank you for this xx
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lovely to have this sign up. one day I will get to cycle up to see it
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Just let us know when you are in the area! Sally
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Thank you for keeping the flame of memory alive! I thought of her the other day when I came across an embroidery by Jock which she’d generously sent me because I admired it so. I must get it framed!
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We hope we might get to see Jock this summer and I will see if I can get some photos of his latest creations. Sally
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She was a wonderful poet 🙂 🙂
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