10 Years Here
{I started this post the first week of 2024… Normal life was interrupted by death and I never thought of this post again until I came across it looking for something else last week. So a year-ish later, here it is, commemorating a decade in this home.} {January 2024}. It’s the third day of morning temps in the teens, “feeling like” single digits. It’s early morning, like I like it and it’s warm by the fire, like I like it. Only a few steps to the kitchen to refill my coffee is too far for the best of fires to warm so the flames in the fireplace beckon me back. It’s a wood burning fireplace in a world of ceramic logs which flame at the flip of a switch. Real wood is messy. It has bark and splinters. There are ashes to scoop and debris to sweep. There is always a fragrant hint of smoke- even in July. But that’s the way of a wood burning fireplace. The one I sit beside this morning is, by design, the exact match to the one in our last h...
