Today I love smoke like the low hanging late autumnal mists that are skating slowly across my view of Bruce County across the waters of Colpoy’s Bay. I love the smell of wood smoke from chimneys on evening streets in small towns where people are walking purposefully to the main street to see the evening Santa Claus Parade. I love the thought of getting my Grandfather’s little wood burning parlor stove cleaned up and blacked and set up in a small room where we could light it up and enjoy the sound and the smell of it crackling and sputtering its warm thoughts our way. I love memories of splitting wood as a teenager, big swings of an axe, the twist at the last second, the stove split flying off, half step to the side to line up another swing and do it all again. I love how it used to feel to spend forty minutes filling the wood box so full that the last few pieces were balanced precariously on the top and then I’d walk into the house with the last armload and nonchalantly drop it by the stove to be burned next, acting like I’d just turned up the thermostat or something equally as easy. I love memories of smoke from outdoor fires on snowy days when we would make tea and sit quietly in the silent outdoors and contemplate the beauty of a quiet day.
Today I love that last night we did indeed go to the Santa Claus parade in Wiarton and watched from the sidewalk as half the town paraded by the other half and visitors like us filled in the rest of the gaps. I love that the weather held off and there was no rain, love that it stayed just above freezing, love that there were very small snowbanks to remind us of the season and that the stores were bustling with laughter and commerce.
Today I love that my radio show friends and I will be “on the air” at 4 PM on AM 560 and I hope you all listen to us by clicking that link right there. I love that though most of us are singing, I will be telling a story about my childhood. I love that Paul Danard showed up at the open mic a couple of weeks ago and reminded me of the times we had crossed paths back in Kemble. I love that he remembers my old bike that I got for Christmas better than I do, though I do remember it.
Today I love drinking my cottage coffee while the smokey, low hanging cloudy mists skate by the ragged edge of Bruce county there across the bay.