posted on Oct, 7 2016 @ 08:22 PM
The first fire of the year. A day of celebration and merriment.
I like to make the first fire special a moment of reverence.
My blessed wood stove will provide me with cozy comfort for months to come, so the first time is like welcoming home an old friend.
It is lit with dried sticks and other carefully collected kindling. Very mature logs are added when the flames are hot and white.
Please join me who ever wishes a little warmth.
The "perfume" is intoxicating, and the sound of heat rushing up the chimney invigorating.
I did it again, one more year, one more circle beginning, or is it ending?
Knowing what lies ahead I relish the ease of these first few weeks. The house is stacked with wood, there is plenty outside for the season, so I won't
worry about shoveling paths, frozen fingers and grueling hauls.
All is good now.
So I had to start a fire today, not that is that
cold, but half of my windows are out because I am painting them, so when it dips down to 40 it