There is something incredibly soothing and spiritual about burning wood. It provides heat, of course, but it also provides entertainment as I never get tired of watching the flames. I grew up with a fireplace, the first house I purchased had a fireplace, and while I do sort of miss the open-ness of a fireplace, a woodstove is a pretty good consolation prize.
The woodstove we have is a very efficient, as well as aesthetically pleasing, model and we bought it 10 years ago when we got married. It seemed right for our first major purchase to be something that would be a source of heat and comfort for our family for many, many years. While heating with wood doesn’t necessarily save us much money, it provides a warmth that’s comforting and soothing and it pleases us.
Well, it pleases me. I’m not the one who stacks the wood and carries it into the house. I’m not the one who gathers kindling and starts a daily fire in the fall when it’s not cold enough to keep the fire burning all night but not warm enough to not have a fire at all. And I’m not the one who gets up in the night to check on the fire and add wood.
I’m just the one who sits by the stove and enjoys the comfort and warmth. Old fashioned, for sure. But
we I wouldn’t have it any other way.