One night when we were in the weekend cottage my neighbour called me to tell me something we had been waiting for for fourteen years. He said that the community needed money and therefore they wanted to clear the spruces in front of our house and sell them. My heart did a somersault in my chest – at last.
We have tried to convince the guys with the motor-saws how beautiful our hill would be with only birches, how healthy it would be for the anemones, not to mention how good it´d be for us with some view on the lake. The principle has been, if you want to see the lake, go down there. And now the spruces are cut down and waiting for a man with a horse to transport them to the saw mill. (We used a tractor instead of the horse).
It has annoyed me that everybody who has had opportunity has cut lanes in front of the houses to see the lake better. Not very beautiful. But a slope thinned out is beautiful.
Now we can only see the ice (I must inform you that they have seen wolf on the ice, quite!) but soon the spring will come, and comes the summer.
I can imagine myself sitting at the table with some kind of drink in my hand with my eyes fixed at the lake view…
It was a hard work. We were 7-8 persons who were thinning out. Some had motor-saw and others dragged branches to burn. My wife likes burning. She´s the one who always lights the fire in the open fireplace when we come to the summerhouse. It´s good for the feeling of solidarity to work together with common things.
Two of the ladies brought coffee and buns. It´s a pleasure sitting on a fir trunk with a cup of coffee in ones fist and rest after having worked hard. The smell of newly cut down trees and the fresh air of nature, and that all will result in lake view – that´s the best.
But now, when the sun shines on the glass in the windows, without being blocked by the spruces, one not only watch´s the lake. One can see how dirty the windows are too. I can imagine who´s work it´ll be to clean them…. Mine of course.