Rain
came last evening, and today was a cool drizzly affair so unlike the past two
days. This weather necessitated the woodstove, which has sat fallow since last
spring.
The
first fires in the stove are pleasant ones, strangely nostalgic for some
reason, as if we’ve forgotten the routine, the mess, and chore of hauling wood,
cleaning ash, and maintaining the fire. After months of successively working
the stove, by April we have had enough. Now it is delightful, and with plenty
of wood in the barn why not fire the stove to ward off the October chill?
An hour
after it’s been going and the room is finally starting to warm. The dogs seem
to have settled right back to their routine of last winter, both lying on their
sides not two feet from the hearth. Their fur is nearly hot to the touch, yet
they seem perfectly at bliss. It isn’t long before the cat joins them, and for
awhile all three are content to put aside any differences for the sake of such
heat this October day.
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