The hearth glows with the last pieces of the season's firewood stash.

The hearth glows with the last pieces of the season’s firewood stash.

I Facebooked this picture this morning, proclaiming that I’m fairly sure I never started a fire any later than this post-mid-April date in all the 30+ years I’ve lived in this fireplace-equipped home.   The fire felt good this morning when the in-house temperature fell to mid-60’s by the time we got up.

But what’s today’s date? Is this the spring that will not come, or the winter that will not let go?

For sure this is the last fire of the season, come what may, because this morning I burned all the wood that remained. 

Future fires may require that we burn the house: I’m not ready to pursue such an extreme measure.

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