I love having a fireplace.
I would have a fire going all day every day if I could.
We got our Christmas tree today and had to trim a few hang-y branches around the bottom. We had a fire going, so Jim started throwing them in there.
He was "directing" the girls while they put the ornaments on, so I started throwing more branches in the fire.
The smell was a wonderful wintery aroma of pine and seasoned wood. The sap in the branches made the most magnificent sound and the fire burned so hot I think I got a sunburn from sitting in front of it.
It kind of freaked me out, how intense the fire got. All I could think about is how fast our tree would go up if our house caught on fire.
Because that's what I do. Enjoy something beautiful until I can come up with some tragic scenario and ruin the whole experience.
Ah...Christmas.
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- Bacon Lady
- I like stuff and things. I've been married for close to 14 years and have two miniature versions of myself running around (and it frightens me most of the time). I have never been nor will I ever be a vegetarian.
2 comments:
Growing up in the mountains my parents built a home with two large fireplaces, upstairs and downstairs. We had fires going all the time, I miss it a lot.
I remember one Christmas where the power was out for 4 days. We were warm with the fireplaces and mom could still cook because she had a gas stove. We were set!
I wish I had a fireplace. I love them.
And, young lady, you have been tagged.
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