Thursday, January 29, 2015
Morning routines here are important. Coffee is a godsend and firelight is a need more real than daylight. I start the day with the percolator popping and the beginnings of a fire I'll depend on for heat, for humidity, for the warmth that makes a pile of timber and possessions a home. And when fire is bright and a warm mug finds my hands I put on the layers of armor needed to tend to animals in -6 degree weather. It is good work, this. Enough to cause a little sweat and bother. I come inside after and the house that seemed so cold compared to the cocoon of covers is a paradise of warmth and civility compared to the wind and ice outside.