The only thing that can make a room cozier than a couple of Golden Retrievers is a nice wood-burning fireplace. Growing up, the only time I saw one was in an old Frank Capra Christmas movie. Barb grew up with one and her father loved futzing with it. We don’t use ours to heat our home, so we don’t go through a lot of firewood. I sort of like splitting firewood but we’re just a likely to toss one of those little fake logs in.

Our friend Susan always has a Hollywood fire going when we visit on Thanksgiving so this year we bought a load of firewood from her guy.

I think I might be done loading/hauling/stacking firewood for the year. Good exercise, oozing zen… but enough is enough.