When winter comes this house closes down the upstairs. I move to the downstairs and sleep under wool blankets and sheepskins a few feet from a real fire. It sounds primitive to some, and heavenly to others. But this door permanently closes off the entrance and upstairs - creating a living space cut off by seasons and a threshold.
I am so grateful for this door. It is a gift that will make nights warmer, guest happier, and life easier on this little homestead.