After almost two decades of living in the mountains and learning the mountain way
It wasn’t until today that I realize I am officially an old but strong mountain woman.
I don’t chop wood, but I do my part in carrying it in the cold house to light fires in our wood-burning stove to show off the roaring style of heat just as well if not better than my eagle scout mountain man.
I do like to stack the chopped wood upright and in neat little rows in the corner by the stove inside a big wicker basket .
I still refuse to sleep in dirt-covered mountain socks and boots or let the hair grow under my arms or on my legs, and never on my chin. But I sometimes go days without a bath or washing my hair. My definition of naked is when I go without my dark wine lipstick that gives my face a pop of color and look of wellness.
I am keenly aware of my surroundings and comings and goings. One would be wise to call before thinking about a visit or even ringing the doorbell.
Don’t fool with me or you will hear me loud and clear as I practice my mountain woman roar!