I live as you do. I must admit at times I have dreamed of central heating, but it's been 10 years and if I don't get the mix of fir and oak exactly right around 9pm, I'll wake to ice on the inside of my bedroom windows and a house too cold even for ghosts. Like you, I also love it. There's nothing wrong with being chained to the hearth for months on end. And even as i slice my hand open trying to chip the ice out of the chicken's water bowl (it used to heat up but the element burned out) I know that once I retreat inside...the warmth of the house is unlike any other warmth I have ever felt. The toastiest, the coziest, the deepest warm that warms even my cynical, icy heart. Yes there is a God and her name is fire.
I live as you do. I must admit at times I have dreamed of central heating, but it's been 10 years and if I don't get the mix of fir and oak exactly right around 9pm, I'll wake to ice on the inside of my bedroom windows and a house too cold even for ghosts. Like you, I also love it. There's nothing wrong with being chained to the hearth for months on end. And even as i slice my hand open trying to chip the ice out of the chicken's water bowl (it used to heat up but the element burned out) I know that once I retreat inside...the warmth of the house is unlike any other warmth I have ever felt. The toastiest, the coziest, the deepest warm that warms even my cynical, icy heart. Yes there is a God and her name is fire.
Lovely! And hearing from readers that get it makes me feel less alone in my hearthcrush 🔥