Now that the cold is upon us, each morning in New Hampshire begins with a fire in the kitchen. A cord of wood is neatly stacked in the barn, but we have an old mail bin next to the fireplace filled with enough wood to get a fire going each morning. Its warmth heats the entire kitchen (possibly the coldest room in the house) and we keep it going until bedtime. It fulfills our basic primal need for warmth and the sight, smell and sound is like a massage for the senses.
All the fixin's for a good fire via
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A stack of firewood at the neighbor's
Wood burning in our kitchen fireplace
Burned out brick from the Grange Hall, South Acworth, New Hamsphire
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