I can tell a big difference between 40 and 20 degrees outside.

Crisp mornings awaken you when the fire’s not been tended all night. And while you’re out, the house sits alone and icy cold without someone there to keep the fires going.

And so, I’m learning to appreciate the beauty of cut wood–all stacked in tidy, floor to ceiling rows. Or piled next to the wood burner, ready to be pressed into service.

We do keep the thermostat set at 55 so it will kick on if needed while we’re sleeping our out. But, oh how cold anything under 60 feels until those beautiful fires are going again! And how much more I appreciate them once they are!

I’m forever grateful for this porch full of wood that sits dry and protected from all this Christmas rain (oh, yes, we get Christmas rain this year).

Utilitarian.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

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