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The day of the year I least look forward to! A dump truck leaves a pile of firewood in the alley and Alice and I get to stack it neatly in the garage for the coming winter. But, then it does give a seasonal rhythm to our urban lives.
The newly-arrived neighborhood yuppies in their gigantic SUVs look at us as if we're crazy. What are those old farts doing? They apparently don't know the comfort of a wood fire in the stove on a frigid winter night. Lots more they don't know.
A few years ago we bought a Woodstock soapstone wood stove, and we love it more every year. Expensive, yes, but well made and beautifully designed. Recycling dead trees for heat makes us feel good too.
Blossom, the coon hound laying on the rug in front of the fire...priceless.
Any wood burners out there?

The newly-arrived neighborhood yuppies in their gigantic SUVs look at us as if we're crazy. What are those old farts doing? They apparently don't know the comfort of a wood fire in the stove on a frigid winter night. Lots more they don't know.
A few years ago we bought a Woodstock soapstone wood stove, and we love it more every year. Expensive, yes, but well made and beautifully designed. Recycling dead trees for heat makes us feel good too.
Blossom, the coon hound laying on the rug in front of the fire...priceless.

Any wood burners out there?
