I sit in my living room looking at my nice clean stove while the A/C is blasting. I pause and think about ordering my wood ..... stacking it .... cutting some of it to size. I think about the wholesome smell of wood burning, a toasty warm room and just all the other fun stuff with fiddling around with the stove. I think about my kids coming into the stove room with us instead of going out with their friends in the warm nights of summer.
I used to love summer more than any other season, but since I got my stove I relish the cold weather months more than the warm months. Am I getting old ? (55 years) I want the summer to be over with. What's wrong with me ? I never felt like this. I think I'm getting old.
I used to love summer more than any other season, but since I got my stove I relish the cold weather months more than the warm months. Am I getting old ? (55 years) I want the summer to be over with. What's wrong with me ? I never felt like this. I think I'm getting old.