I lived alone with my baby in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia. Now I live alone on Prince Edward Island with my seven year old daughter.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Tuesday, 15 March 2016
We had a campfire the other day. It wasn't raining and I wanted to do some yard clean-up and keep the burn pile down to a manageable size. I got the fire going and I toasted some vege weiner dogs and we had some fruit salad. We heard a pileated woodpecker off in the forest and seals barking in the low tide. Unknown to me a very large ember landed on my long skirt. I had been looking at my daughter who was talking to me but something made me turn away. When I looked down at my rubber boots I saw smoke swirling around my legs. I ruffled my skirt and that's when I saw the large burning ember. I jumped up and shook it off but the skirt continued to burn. I was on fire! Most clothing I have learned is extremely flammable. The exceptions to this are nylon, polyester and wool but this skirt was not any of those. I grabbed my daughter's cup of cold water and carefully extinguished it. Just before this happened we had been to the cabin and brought the full cup back with us. There was just enough water in it to put the fire out. After we had lunch the fire got hot and I got motivated to do some yard work. I moved a pile of split cedar rails. They were wet and heavy from the winter rains. Than I stacked firewood that I had split last fall where the rails had been. The little angel helped along as much as she could. There were robins in the yard, shadows from sunlight, and high up in the maple trees above us catkins. The firewood almost got stacked but it was time to go inside. I've got a 2" hole to mend reminding me of this campfire and my blessings.