There is nothing quite like a fire on a cold and blustery day. And, I have to say, there is a delicious feeling of usefulness that grows out of the making of a fire. First, going outside into the elements and selecting the correct wood for the fire. Then, coming inside and breaking pieces of wood into smaller pieces of wood with a hatchet. Laying the fire. Lighting the fire. It all makes me feel positively clever and capable. I, for one, like fire.
