At Last, Optimism

It is a rare day that you will find me sitting around on the sunny side of the street, plucking silver linings from the clouds while sipping lemonade, but a few days ago, after fuming through the last seven weeks of the precious Vermont summer laid to waste by chain saws and logging skidders, lightening finally struck.

At last, a practical benefit from the logging occurred to me. So, geared with a rake and an old wooden bucket I set off on a collecting expedition.

A rare and pretty picture I surely made, surrounded by logs and raking away, but those bad boys had been ripping through the hemlock producing bucket upon bucket of top-of-the-line wood chips that, I am pleased to say, are now being used as a fine organic mulch for my kitchen garden. It is anyone's guess how many more weeks will be given over to the logging , but I'm hoping for at least five more buckets worth for my cucumbers.