(Borrowing a great Jack London title)
It is hard to believe how many hours of my day are entirely devoted to keeping a fire going in our cabin. Without a fire, we have no heat. Yet keeping the fire going is a constant ongoing battle. The wood is green, it is hard to get it to light and hard to keep it burning. The only trees that grow this far North are spindly little pines. How can this be so difficult? When we lived in the city I barely spent any time at all worrying about the heat, except maybe when the bills came, but then all I did was pay them and move on. Now I spend hours a day purely focused on staying warm. It is going back to one of the most basic elements of survival. Thank goodness I don’t also have to hunt and gather all my food and keep a fire going!
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