One thing I would miss, if we ever pack our bags and blow this popsicle joint, is my fireplace. This time of year it is the magnetic glue of our home. We huddle around it, sleep next to it and read by it. The warmth it gives, both emotionally and physically, simply cannot be overstated.
The funny thing about fires is that they can be managed, fed and stoked quite easily while hot, yet they are hopelessly burdensome to resurrect once they have burned low, or worse, gone out. Not too many mornings ago I chastised myself for lingering too long upstairs before checking on the fire–once again it was on the brink of extinction. In a desperate attempt to revive the fire quickly, I stacked newspaper, kindling and a few new logs on the embers before I was called away to put out an argument upstairs. Later, when I remembered my quest, I checked on my fire only to be met with smoldering failure. You see, you cannot revive a low burning fire quickly, it takes time, attention and just the right kind of fuel.
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