It’s already a few degrees below zero here in the north country tonight. The wood fire is sending dancing lights into the room. There’s something mesmerising about watching a fire, I think. Two of my three cats are snuggled in the rocking chair right next to the heat – they look very sweet like that and about as comfortable as anything could. I don’t think I could ever live in a house that wasn’t heated at least partly with wood – unless of course I was in the tropics and didn’t need heat at all.
But I like the changing of the seasons, and the satisfaction of figuring out the challenges that test my determination and ingenuity.

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