Flander's Lane, Washington Maine

Flander's Lane is named after my grandfather, Roland Flanders. It is a short dirt road with a few camps set on Washington Pond. There are tales that Flander's Lane is haunted. At least that's what my grandfather says.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Summer Gloves

glovesWhen I first began to work on the cabin I purchased several sets of gloves. This is the third pair I've used up just doing stuff here. Now I'm down to my last pair of gloves to get me through 'till we leave Flander's Lane in the Winter.

The set I retire today has done so much work this summer. Together we replaced the cabin's floor, fixed the sink, dug holes, built the fire pit, cut wood, cooked campfire food. They protected me while I carved several small sculptures from apple wood.

These gloves have saved my hands from multiple injuries. The knuckles are all worn out from carrying cement blocks, and the hole in the finger was from a chisel that came loose. I sure am glad that hole is in the glove and not me.

I always have a struggle letting go of old friends like these two gloves. We've been through so much together. But now dirt and debris gets into the holes, making the gloves uncomfortable to work with. They no longer provide adequate protection. The new pair will have to step up and take their place.

Already the cold air blows over the lake at night, and I know the summer is over. These are my summer gloves, and when I toss them out, I am some how moving on to Autumn, Fall, and Winter. My summer hours relaxing on the lake are over. Now it's 'back to school' ads, Halloween, and the Holidays to look forward to. I'm going to miss my summer gloves.

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