Rainy Days, Snowy Days, Bone Chilling Cold Days...
On this cold rainy evening, I'm so thankful for the men in my life who keep me warm. Some of my earliest childhood memories are associated with fire. I would hear the clank of the furnace as Dad stoked the fire. I never got out of bed until the house was warm if I could help it. Saturday mornings I would wake to the sound of splitting wood being loaded onto the stack - I still frequently wake up to that sound. Rainy and Snowy weather has always been my favorite type of weather. These are days to curl up with a blanket and a good book. Without the dedication of my "firemen" it couldn't possibly be as cozy.
No other method of heating a home holds the same kind of toasty real warmth. I'm always left cold in a forced air "heated" house. Give me the crackle of some logs and the gentle rising heat of burning wood. We never worry if the power goes off - no problem. Who needs electricity to heat? Not us. Thanks to the Gods of Fire we're all set.
|Hapaestus and Vulcan: My Gods of Fire|
Woodcutting brings a sense of pride as well. Both Gods of Fire work in the professional world - there's a shortage of opportunities for them to be "manly men" in our modern life. Here - they have a chance to shine. That's one childhood job I've gotten out of.... now my children are the wood stackers! I wouldn't want to sully their manly experience by getting in the way (wink, wink).
So... Thank you. I don't say it often enough. But thank you for enduring the heat of the summer, the humidity, the gnats, the sweat. Thank you for the labor you so willingly put forth. Heating with wood is not just an environmentally and economical way to heat the house. It's an expression of love. You two warm me right down to my toes.