22 March 2015
there's always an up side
I love the smell of an open fire. It takes me back to my childhood, where I learnt to light fires in our huge open fire. This one is not nearly as wonderful a fireplace, and the chimney is impossible to clean, but a good roaring blaze knocks down a bit of soot.
All that is missing is the pot of soup, fresh local bread, and some music. I can remedy at least two of those.
Today I am grateful for two little dogs (who seem to have forgiven me for being away for so long).