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…at this time of year, when subfreezing temperatures become a part of our day to day, a fully stacked wood pile. πŸ™‚ Living in the Northeast, we often surprise people when they hear we don’t have a furnace in the old little farmhouse. There are a couple propane-fueled wall units, but primarily we’ve used a couple electric heaters and our trusty pot-bellied wood stove to heat our home.

This fall after some chatting about the fast-approaching winter, we invested in a better chainsaw and decided to forgo ordering propane. We have permission to gather wood from several hundred acres nearby; James in turn helps the elderly owner with odd jobs from time to time — it is this sort of rural neighborliness that I love about living in the country.

Keeping the wood stove burning is a job we share. My husband does the heavy labor — cutting, hauling, and chopping logs into stove-sized pieces. It’s my job to stack the wood, bring it into the house as needed, and tend to the actual fire. It’s work we both enjoy doing and the reward of our efforts is cozy warm home. And for me, I think Charles Dudley Warner was on to something when he said, “To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in the world.”

 

 

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