The coming of Autumn and the imminent threat of snow means it's time for Winterizing the Wall Tent Studio, Second Edition.
It's hard to believe that another winter is upon us, another year embarked on with this great adventure of wall tent living. But, with my experience form last year under my belt, I'm confident that I will be able to do this again. It's not easy... it's often downright miserable! But it's what I have to do - and I plan to make the very best of it that I possibly can.
Last week found me with a can of sprayable high-temp blacking paint, which I found to be even better than the rub-on stove blacking I used last year. Judy, my faithful little 624 king woodstove, had acquired a bit of rust and dirt over the summer on the porch, but she was soon in top form, iron gleaming black and ready for work. I fired the paint with the first light of the year and fell in love all over again with the indescribable, irresistible beauty of crackling flames.
Mildred the kitty appeared from nowhere, ready to take up her winter abode at the foot of my bed. The sky was the bluest blue after a small hailstorm and the air carried a breath of snow. Autumn leaves gleamed in the low light of late afternoon.
Next - chop, stack, chop, stack wood on the porch, and rocking by the fire, hot chocolate in hand.
No, Rosie, you adorable tornado you, you can't come in. Not even with that face.
But I'll go on a walk with you, because soon I'll be snowbound in canvas once more for the long, long winter.