Wood Heat is Wonderful But Here Comes the Sun
So we are on the downhill side of winter at last, or at least can see the light–or more to the point, feel the heat–at the end of the tunnel. And I have to say I will miss the wood heat and I will not. To have a morning free of that familiar ritual will be both liberating and a bit melancholy. But mostly liberating. The job is entirely mine, start to finish, and it adds up to an awful lot of touches, reaches …
