Hearth

It was cold last night. But I wasn't disappointed. For the first time I started a fire in our new fireplace. I don't remember the last time I lived in a house with a working fireplace. Our recent move has been stressful, but to be able to relax in the living room with a fire crackling was nice. I admit on my first try, there wasn't much heat, or much light. I'll do better tonight.

Chimney sweeps, family and the internet have passed on their fireplace knowledge in the last two weeks. Add to that fading memories from summer camp long ago and I had a pretty good idea of what to do. Tinder, Kindling and Fuel. I was most concerned with burning down the house. I made sure to double and triple check the dampers in both fireplaces and had a pit in my stomache when we turned in for the night, even though the meager fire had burned down. A new simple pleasure to enjoy.