02/19/2025
Hilsen fra Bothy!( Greetings from The Bothy.) The cold grip of winter, albeit, somewhat late and, now, extended into the latter part of February, continues to hang on. Sitting by the well used hearth, as evident by the woodchips on the floor, I began to ponder the near sacred event of warming oneself by the wood fire. Although the practice of warming oneself by the peat fires of Scotland and Ireland, most of our ancestors, from around the globe, resorted to our old friends, the trees. The omnipresent material of these ancient plants have built homes to shelter us, chairs to rest our bones, have built the alters of commodore of feast and fellowship we call tables, and even the games of leisure one seeks comfort of company from. The tree has been humankind's steadfast companion through, virtually, every culture from around the world. The original renewable resource, one could say. From the Briarwood the pipe on the table is carved from, to the axe handle (on that dangerously sharp axe), to the fire in the background, warming the Scotchdale Bothy, and to the cask the whiskey was aged in. All a certain type of wood to fulfill their purpose to us hairless apes running around this globe spinning in outer space. Trees are home to many woodland creatures, and food to others. As I sit here on this frigid evening, warming myself by the gift the trees have bestowed upon me I am left with a quote by Munia Kahn- " Trees exhale for us, so we may inhale them to stay alive. Can we ever forget that? Let us love trees with every breath we take until we perish".
Keep warm, my family.