While growing up on a farm in Iowa my siblings and I spent many days in our timber helping our Dad cut wood for the wood-burning furnace. It was our home’s only source of heat. We watched as our Dad poured a mixture of oil and gas into his dirty chainsaw and pull the start line multiple times until it started up with a puff or two of smoke. Unfortunately, we hauled and stacked wood during the hot and humid summer months.
Today, a beautiful early spring day, I was reminded of those memories. I drove up to the Glen Haven cabin to cut firewood. When I pulled into the worn path of a driveway I noticed there were three young mule deer on my property just below the cabin. I reached for my camera and took several pictures as they grazed cautiously around the cabin. It was obvious I was invading their space instead of the other way around. Waiting until they moved on, I quietly exited the car and got my new power tool out of the trunk.