It’s been cold here and what a difference it makes when the fire gets going in the woodstove and warms the house up in the mornings! It transforms our whole living space, that warmth. I added some logs to the fire and then snapped this quick picture before closing the door again. Someday I’d love a woodstove with a glass door on the front, so we can always watch the flames. I swear it makes you feel even warmer when you can see the fire as well. The other day Bracken and I were reading one of our library books together and came across a poem by William Blake that stuck with me. I love it.

Fire, you handsome creature, shine.
Let the hearth where I confine
your hissing tongues that rise and fall
be the home that warms us all.

When the wind assaults my doors
every corner’s cold but yours. 
When the snow puts earth to sleep
let your bright behavior keep

all these pilgrims warm.
They who never did you harm
raise their paws a little higher
and toast their toes, in praise of fire.