When I looked out the window this morning I saw that winter was spitefully refusing to leave. I laugh at it because I know it’s beat, one way or another. I’m certain that summer is coming.
There’s NOTHING like the crackle of a fire on a cool morning, when everything is quiet and dim. I’m reminded again of my grandma’s house.
This year we are burning a lot of pine, partly because the pine beetle is doing a lot of damage to the trees in western Canada. It makes a fairly warm heat, but doesn’t have as much crackle and pop as spruce. I throw a little spruce in once in awhile just for the intriguing snapping sounds. Such music. I don’t know what it is about that sound-is it the attention it draws back to the fact that nature is cycling, giving back, or that it is assuring me that it will soon be warm and comfy? All I know is that the house can be freezing cold, and as soon as I hear that familiar sound, I am warm inside if not out.
Whoops…I left the door on the stove open too long! While I visually contemplated the wonder of it all, the smoke started escaping out the top. It smells slightly smoky now, but not bad. Folks that come here say my house smells like wood inside, not smoke, so I’m not concerned. I, personally don’t mind the smell of smoke, but I don’t want to get too carried away.
The best smell of all is that of willow. Believe it or not, I keep a few small sticks on hand when I know someone special is coming. The aroma drifts out into the yard and gives them a good caress before they reach the door. It reminds one of late night campfires…so mellow and memorable!
If I had one wish it would be to give everyone a wood cook stove. If you think fireplaces are nice, you’d love one of these because…(bonus!)..you can cook with it.