I’m a little bummed about waking up this morning with no camera. In the shop for a week or so.
I heard the ice arrive during the night. Sleet and snow hitting the metal roof brought an excited smile to my face under the warm covers. I would normally jump up to go out and take pictures but… not this time. It’s okay. I love days like this. White everywhere, wind blowing in 40 mile per hour gusts and me in front of the fire, throwing another log on.
The horses have on their blankets, everyone has been double hayed and I have the perfect excuse to not do a dad gum thang all day!
I woke up, walked into the kitchen to put water on for tea and then looked at the fireplace. I have been collecting paper in a brown grocery bag for just this occasion. Open the flue. Light a piece of napkin and hold it by the flue to make sure the chimney is drawing. Yep. Folding the top of the paper bag over, I placed it in the fireplace and made a teepee around it of the sticks I collected on my walk yesterday. Perfect. Then come the smallish pieces of split mesquite. Matches, light! O
nce the mesquite is really going I’ll add the bigger pieces of split oak and VIOLA! as my grandfather used to love to say. A fire!
As the paper catches, I think of how natural it all feels. Fire is security. Knowing how to build one is empowering and probably not a big deal for a guy but it is for me and some of my women friends. We have it in our toolbox of survival skills. It feels good. . Hey, husbands and boyfriends. Please be properly impressed.