Shortly after I woke up this morning, I moseyed on downstairs and peeked into our fireplace. To my dismay, it was dark and cold. So, I took the empty bin, slipped Luke's over sized shoes on my feet, and trudged outside to the woodpile. I sorted through the precariously perched wood in an effort to find dry pieces and after having filled my bin, I brought it back inside with less ease as bringing it out afforded. Then, I returned to the outdoors to hunt for some twigs to use as kindling - a handy piece of information taught to me by my brother after I failed at making my first few fires. After having gathered some sticks, I went inside and stacked four pieces of wood into the fireplace in a log cabin shape - a handy piece of information taught to me by my Eagle Scout boyfriend, a.k.a. Andrew. Then, with patience I didn't realize I had, I sat there for the next half hour watching the little flame leap into a bigger flame and then engulf the four pieces of wood. It's mesmerizing staring at a fire - especially one that you built and brought to life. After the coals were blazing red and the flames high enough, I settled into the recliner nearby with some cran-grape juice and began working on my homework - toasty as toasty can be.
In my future home, I want a fireplace and not just one that you can turn on with a button. I want the entire experience from stacking the wood to seeing it burn a year later in your fireplace.
Mmm, mmm... yeah!
And because my Blog posts are boring w/o pictures, I'll feature Tiger today: