I grew up on the farm and the wood stove was our only source of heat. My dad loved chopping wood and stoking the fire. We had more trouble being too hot than being too cold. The stove makes a natural place where we all still gravitate on a winter's day. My mom cooked chili and ham and beans on the stove, simmering all day to reach a delicious aroma. The wood stove warmed us inside and out!
|My little wood stove - the candle adds a cozy scent.|
But it produces only a surface kind of heat compared to the deep-in-your-bones heat of a wood stove. A couple years ago, I purchased my own "wood stove." Just an electric heater with a fake flame, but it warms up the room.
Recently, I snuggled up in front of the fire (with my best reading buddy) to read the fabulous book Lincoln's Battle With God. As I read - on my Kindle Fire, no less - about Lincoln sitting by the fireplace late at night after finishing his chores to read and pursue his studies, it seemed like a connection.