Wednesday, March 25, 2009


As spring evolves in front of us each day, I begin to tire of feeding the woodstove.
But this is an ode to the woodstove, that warmed our bones, dried our clothes, simmered our dinners, wrapped our bath towels with heat and kept our fannies warm and our ski clothes dry all winter.
Even when the summer is here and we haven't had a fire in a long time, I find that we still stand by the stove wrapped in a towel after a shower. It is just habit.
Nothing can imitate the warmth and atmosphere of a wood fire.

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