The wood stove was down to a few coals this morning when we rose to greet the day. We threw a few pieces of kindling on the coals plus some small pieces of cherry and left the door slightly ajar. By the time we had retrieved the newspaper and walked the perimeter it was a raging inferno. perhaps inferno is stretching it a bit, but a fire is a fire none-the-less.
No frost this morning to scrape off the windshield. Which means there are a few extra minutes I get to spend with you, dear reader.
Yesterday I received an email response from Ella Elephant's Auntie.