Read in HIggin's post that they had lit the first fire of the season. I'm sure some of our members have been lighting fires for a while now. I had my waterbator set up near my little woodstove, but have moved it in preparation of our first fire. It's coming. My feet feel it first. The floor is cold.
Something about lighting a fire throws a switch and subtle changes take place. It's hard to explain but life begins to feel different when we enter the heating season. The best way I can describe it is as a hunkering down time. A cozy time. A time to bake things so the house smells good. A time to put away the tank tops and pull out the woolly socks. Time to buy a new bottle of peppermint schnapps to add to late evening hot chocolate.
I woke today with the inner urging to get things done. CLean up the garden and get it ready for a long winter's nap. If I want any craft or quilt projects done for Christmas, time to get cracking now! Plywood has been purchased and winterizing plans are underway for various animal shelters.
Autumn gives me a new energy, but its energy that will end in a sweet rest. OR so I think. Perhaps this is a way of fooling us because for the animal keeper, there is little rest over winter. There is just a different set of problems. But at least no one is lambing or putting up hay. We get a break from that. Frozen waterlines and snow drifts in the hay shed, those are different problems.
We have not lit our first fire yet but I feel it coming. Maybe tonight. I have cleared everything off the little woodstove, she's ready to go. Next will be the furnace, which I dread. The first time that furnace fan kicks in it belches forth a cloud of dust that takes DAYS to clean up! I will busily replace all the filters in the vents first, hoping to minimize the dirty blast, but it blows through anyway.
There is something though about the crackle of a fire. It calls for the tv and radio to be turned off, the lights dimmed, draw a chair close, put your feet up, let the warmth seep into your soul and let your eyes grow heavy. You're here, you're warm, you're safe. Rest.
Something about lighting a fire throws a switch and subtle changes take place. It's hard to explain but life begins to feel different when we enter the heating season. The best way I can describe it is as a hunkering down time. A cozy time. A time to bake things so the house smells good. A time to put away the tank tops and pull out the woolly socks. Time to buy a new bottle of peppermint schnapps to add to late evening hot chocolate.
I woke today with the inner urging to get things done. CLean up the garden and get it ready for a long winter's nap. If I want any craft or quilt projects done for Christmas, time to get cracking now! Plywood has been purchased and winterizing plans are underway for various animal shelters.
Autumn gives me a new energy, but its energy that will end in a sweet rest. OR so I think. Perhaps this is a way of fooling us because for the animal keeper, there is little rest over winter. There is just a different set of problems. But at least no one is lambing or putting up hay. We get a break from that. Frozen waterlines and snow drifts in the hay shed, those are different problems.
We have not lit our first fire yet but I feel it coming. Maybe tonight. I have cleared everything off the little woodstove, she's ready to go. Next will be the furnace, which I dread. The first time that furnace fan kicks in it belches forth a cloud of dust that takes DAYS to clean up! I will busily replace all the filters in the vents first, hoping to minimize the dirty blast, but it blows through anyway.
There is something though about the crackle of a fire. It calls for the tv and radio to be turned off, the lights dimmed, draw a chair close, put your feet up, let the warmth seep into your soul and let your eyes grow heavy. You're here, you're warm, you're safe. Rest.