I opened the front door to great heaps of snow. For southern Colorado, this is quite a storm. It is still blustery and the snow is falling thickly with glints of sunlight shining through. It is a chattering 1 degree with the wind. Our farm dog, Gandalf, is sleeping indoors this morning despite his woolly exterior.
The chickens are snug in their coop with the help of a heat lamp. I will need to put on my galoshes and check on their water. One more cup of coffee!
The wood stove has been puttering along beautifully over the past frigid few days and I am afraid that the wood is about run out and another two cords will not be arriving for another few weeks. We do have a furnace, but there is nothing quite like the warmth from a wood stove to really warm the bones.
We have two new additions to the farm that have warmed our hearts. Their names are Taos and Socorro, after two of our favorite places to holiday in New Mexico.
Fourteen, or so odd, years ago, we adopted several kittens over a two year period full knowing that one day we would lose several cats within a few years. We lost four of them this year, my sweet Frankie just a week ago. We have one old kitty left, our beloved Booboo, whom the children taught to come to Andrew’s room if he blasted Bob Marley. We have two five-year old kitties as well. Well, it’s a bit quiet around here when you are used to many more. The silence of winter approaches and we felt we needed a little life and a little fun around here. So off to the shelter we went on the first blustery day and adopted two adorable little girls.
Our farm is humming along with dreams of spring and planting and future farm animals, as the fire in the wood stove warms the brightens house, the snow-light bouncing through the windows and adding a chill to the senses. ‘Twill be a cold night for tricks and treats tomorrow indeed, but in our little farmhouse we are warm, our hearts filled with joy.
I long to get this show on the road. To get this new farm set up! Get the rototiller! Get the goats! Get the fencing done! Let’s get planting!
But, alas, it is October 2nd. I can plant hopeful bulbs of dancing tulips and sunshine yellow daffodils that will surprise me with delight come spring. That is all.
The wood stove is coming next week and the goat shed is coming too and we are slowly getting fencing done. I can see it all! I can see the corn in rows interspersed with pumpkins zooming along the front yard on green tendrils and vines. I can see the vineyard I have always wanted stretching out to the western sky. I can see the bright red tomatoes, the crisp lettuces dancing in the cool breeze, the baby goats and sheep jumping around the pasture in the sunlight. My polar bear dog with a job, finally.
I can see myself moving the dutch oven to make room for the kettle for a cup of tea and checking the fire. I can hear the vibrant shaking of the pressure canners putting away summer’s gifts. Wiping my hands on my apron and taking my granddaughters outside to play. Watching the sun set behind the wild pasture with rabbits shooting to and fro and turkey vultures swaying gently on the breeze overhead.
This is our fourth farm. Our fourth homestead. The second home of our own since beginning homesteading. This one on land. In the country. Our own. My heart soars with gratitude and excitement to get this farm set up! But alas, it is October 2nd.
The dark smoke billowed densely and ferociously off the mountain sides. The smell of it all filled the air. The wildfire was scarcely contained and my heart broke for the animals and trees and the wildness being consumed. Death and ending before our eyes as we drove to our mini-vacation spot. Next spring, there on the mountain, life will unfold. Everything in its season.
The aspens and oaks danced in brilliant colors of gold and red, creating patchworks across the mountainsides. That specific shade of bold autumn blue sans clouds stretched above everything and the west was in its ultimate splendor.
Our youngest daughter, her husband, and their new baby joined us for a few days at a beautiful place. A private spot where one can hike to various hot spring pools nestled along the mountain. Walking along the path we stopped to eat hawthorn berries and wild plums. Deer wandered past the pools, a fawn catching up with her mother. Birds flitted from thick tree to tree and life buzzed all around. It is a clothing optional resort and the feeling of air on one’s skin while passing thickets of herbs and trees and the feeling of the water from warm waterfalls is grounding and restorative.
A crow cawed and flapped its wings loudly as it flew close by. The warmth of the water followed by the cool breeze was enlivening. Amongst plans of future and to-do’s and day-to-day life, it is good to rest and restore, to ground in a new place, to spend time with loved ones, and to look out over thickets of oaks and pines and into valleys. To pull a blanket closer around, sip coffee, and hear the earth speak, as breezes lightly blow fog up the road. Everything in its season.
The early morning dawn brings with it the sound of roosters crowing around the village. The smell of wood smoke fills the air as the fire comes alive with a whoosh in the wood stove to start the day. A kettle of water is put on for coffee. Out into the early morn, a scarf pulled around the neck, the chickens are let out. They scurry by and gleefully pounce on scratch being thrown. Next up are the goats, and the sound of “mah”ing brings a smile to the farmer’s face. The sheep try to body check the others out of the way in order to get to the hay first. The sheep are distracted while the goats are led to their stanchions in their turn. The gentle sound of milk hitting the metal bucket methodically starts the day and inspires prayers of gratitude. A sleepy farmer can easily balance their head against the warm side of a goat happily chomping on sweet feed. Back inside, the milk is strained into half gallon jars and placed in the milk fridge. Boiling water is poured over fresh coffee grounds, and the cats and dog are fed and watered. Hot coffee is poured into a mug.
This is the average morning of a homesteader. If one has children, then they are tending to the youngsters as well. This was our life during the first years of our homesteading. For the last four years in the city, we have not been able to have anything but chickens, but here on our new farm, we are happily plotting the loafing shed and the pasture fencing for the “mah”ing of goats and the low “mom”ing of sheep. (Have you actually heard farm animals? It does make you wonder where the children’s books came up with their animal sounds.) We have homesteaded in each place we have lived, from country to city and back to the country. We build the infrastructure of our homestead and farm. The wood stove is coming in two weeks. The fencing this week. The loafing shed in two weeks. The goats and sheep? When we find them. Most likely in the spring. And our hen continues to crow.
The rest of the day for a homesteader is filled with satisfying chores. Keep the fire going. Plan supper. Make bread. Clean the house. Plan what to pack for hubby’s lunch tomorrow. Care for animals. Do laundry. Hang on the line. In growing months, tend to gardens-plan, plant, weed, harvest, preserve. In winter months, catch up on sewing, make Yule presents, craft, crochet, and write.
There is a joyful cadence to homesteading. A well versed schedule of chores, work, play, and rest. Of being present. Immersed in the cycle of life and death, joy and pain, intensely taking part in the life before us, and savoring every bit of it.
Yes, from old fashioned skills come real peace that truly cannot be found anywhere else. We step back from the craziness of the world, and stoke the fire, make cheese, harvest grapes, bake bread. We spend less, save more, have a lower footprint, and a lighter heart. We tend to be heathier, eating fresher food, breathing fresher air, making real connections with neighbors and holding family close. We appreciate and communicate with the natural world. We teach others how to do the same.
The joyful sound of newly canned preserves, their tops popping tight, lining the counter. The smells of manure, hay, wood smoke, coffee, bread, roasted chicken. The sight of mountain views and sunsets and skies of stars and baby goats entering the world. The feel of a sheep’s fleece and how the yarn slides through one’s fingers at the spinning wheel, and a soft kitten’s fur against one’s skin. The taste of really, really fresh, homegrown food and drinks. The sound of the baby laugh when the dog licks her or the squeal of delight as the older child finds the perfect pumpkin in the patch.
Yes, this is why we homestead. It is why we come back to it each time we move. It is truly a good life. For us, it is the only life.
“Whatever you lose, whatever you feel was taken from you, know that it will return. It will be given back.”
I want you to remember that friends, because we may be speaking of wood stoves today, but this goes for everything in life.
Some four and a half years ago (a lifetime ago, folks), we were using our last bit of money to install a wood stove in a house on the prairie that we rented. It had been a very cold winter (36 degrees in the bathroom cold) and we were ready to be warm. We got lucky and a friend of ours in town offered to pick up an old stove that was on Craigslist for $250 and install it for $300 plus the pipes and such. Total cost was $1200. That was about the time that the landlords kicked us out (the whole story is in my memoir, The Making of a Medicine Woman) and since we had used every penny to set up the homestead, we had to give everything away and move into our friend’s guest room. It was the most devastating time of our lives. After living with friends, then in an apartment, we bought a little house in the city and it became our urban farm. It had the most beautiful wood stove. Everything returns.
Five weeks ago we moved on to land with a beautiful house, and some money in the bank from selling our last urban homestead. No wood stove though. We do have a furnace that is original to the house. It doesn’t get below zero this far down south, but it does get pretty darn cold in the winter and spring. I sure like having a backup plan if the furnace breaks down or if the power goes out. I also enjoy the ambient heat of a wood stove so much more than forced air. I actually feel warm with the heat from a stove. I enjoy putting a Dutch oven on the top or a kettle of water. My pioneer spirit loves wood stoves. So, even though we are a little gun shy about spending, I would love a wood stove.
Emily and the girls came over and we headed to Canon City to a darling shop called “The Woodshed Stove Shop.” I must tell you that I never imagined that my child would ooh and ahh over the newest models of wood cookstoves, but there we were, running our hands over a perfect Amish oven, two farmgirls at heart.
I was immediately drawn to a smaller cast iron stove with a beautiful forest squirrel cast into the side. Maryjane preferred the camp style stove. We also looked at a steel stove.
When looking for a wood stove, here are things to remember:
There are three basic types of stoves.
Steel gets the hottest the fastest, therefore burns the wood faster, but heats quickly. It is the lowest priced of the stoves. The one we looked at had a larger top to cook on.
Soap Stone holds the heat in and lets it go slower and longer. It is the highest priced of the models.
Cast Iron is in between. It holds heat well and gets hot moderately fast. The model I looked at would require a smaller Dutch oven a small kettle.
Look at how many square feet they heat. Some heat 800 sq ft, some much more. My house is 1176 sq ft, but the heat will not get into the back bedrooms. One can utilize fans and such to distribute the heat, but the heat will not reach bedrooms well. The Quakers and the Amish still use this fact to bring the family together in the evenings. Just think, no kids lurking in their rooms with IPADS. Everyone is together working on projects and connecting!
The cast iron stove I want heats 1000 sq ft. The steel one heats 1400. Your living areas will be real toasty, so the cast iron one would probably be sufficient for us. We could face it so it looks down the hallway, so it may send heat down some to the far side of the house.
Look at how much space you have. Remember that the stove has to come out from the walls a certain amount depending on how big the stove is. A stove may seem small but once you set it away from the wall and place it on a fireproof floor pad, you will lose space. I have a small main area that makes up the open kitchen, dining room, and living room, so we should err on the smaller side so I can still use my dining room and have plenty of seating in the living room!
See how big the firebox is. The one I am looking at only takes 12 inch logs. That is tiny when you are chopping wood so I had to run that by my husband first! The average length is 16 inches. The stove that I want is more efficient than most stoves so it will burn longer and use less wood.
The stove is not the expensive part! The stove pipes are. The stoves we are looking at are right around $1400 and we were quoted for pipes and installation an additional $2700. Expect to spend $4500 and upwards depending on the price of the stove. (There are some real nice ones out there!)
You will pull a permit from your local county. You can install it yourself if you have the know-how. I don’t and I would rather make sure a wood stove is properly installed!
Wood is carbon neutral. When a tree is decomposing, it releases carbon dioxide. The same as if it is being burned in a wood stove. And trees absorb carbon dioxide and release oxygen over their lifetime. We need to be responsible about where we get our wood though. I am driving into town to pick up a load of wood from downed trees in a neighborhood. It won’t cost anything but the gas to get there. Look on Craigslist and keep an eye out for free wood. You can also order a cord of wood. Research cords vs face cords to make sure you get a good deal.
It is nice to know that if the power goes out, I can just set a Dutch oven on the stove or a frying pan, a kettle of water, and light some candles or oil lamps and I will be all set for the evening. A wood stove is a homesteading necessity and a lovely one at that!
but then realize a love of simple things is mine.”
So you are ready to start something; growing food, raising animals, starting a new hobby. You have a bit of land or a plot in the city. You have checked zoning, read every homesteading and farming memoir in the library system, have been following my blog, and have a little bit of money to put towards an agricultural endeavor. Now, do you want a homestead, a hobby farm, or a commercial farm?
We have been homesteading for seven years now. Splitting logs if we have a wood stove, starting a small commercial farm with wool, eggs, milk, vegetables, and herbal medicines. Before that we had a small hobby farm where everything almost paid for itself but not much more. And we have lived on a “regular” paycheck and used homesteading as a means to save money and have a better life.
We have found ourselves in the most wonderful of circumstances; we are now the proud owners of a 1.1 acre lot zoned AG in the country. There are restrictions on how many animals one can have per acre. I do not have irrigation or water rights (the city water is from up the road from the reservoir and it’s quite good and not too expensive). My husband works full time and the children live over an hour away so I will be doing most of the work on this new farm. Land and houses are expensive in Colorado so our mortgage is high and will take a lot of our budget. All things to consider.
Homesteading: Homesteading is a a great way to live a simple, healthy, pretty self sufficient life. It generally includes a garden (anything from a community garden to a huge plot of land counts), avid preserving (120 pints of tomatoes…check!), a few farm animals (maybe a few chickens for eggs, ducks for laughs, goats for milk, and moving up from there), and a great respect for the lifestyles of our ancestors. There is nothing quite like gathering around the fire at night, the oil lamps lit, knitting on your lap, laughter in the air, time as a family sacred.
I will definitely be getting a homestead back in place here over the next year. Already, I miss my garden and harvesting what I want to eat. Popping open a jar of preserves without having to read the ingredients. Installing a wood stove and gathering kindling. Start milking goats again. I have homemade presents in mind for Christmas this year and new inspirations for crafts.
Homesteading generally saves money but it does take a lot of time so a stay at home wife or someone that can work their own hours can excel at this.
Hobby Farm: A hobby farm tries to pay for itself. The goats start to produce milk and you have excess, so sell the rest or make cheese and other products. Sell the extra eggs. Everyone pulls their own weight. The goats pay for their own feed, so do the chickens. A lot of people raise meat on their farms. Meat chickens grow to market weight in 6-8 weeks. Set up a U-pick or CSA or set up at a farmer’s market to sell extra produce.
An outside paycheck generally covers the costs of living expenses and the farm covers itself. Always make sure you have enough to live on plus enough to take care of animal feed in case the goats dry up, the chickens stop laying, or the garden gets destroyed by hail! Taking care of a farm is a year round chore but it is all seasonal. Planning for the down times takes a lot of stress away.
Commercial Farm: Oh, but you have a really great idea! Lots and lots of vegetables, specialty mushrooms, lamb, wool, flowers, etc. You have the land, you have the start up. You can get your name registered with Secretary of State and get a website. You can claim profits and losses on your taxes. You can qualify for grants and live your dream full time! Find some interns, and go for it!
We wouldn’t mind going this route. Our farm is named Pumpkin Hollow Farm and I have lots of ideas for pumpkin festivals and private tours and lunches at our farm. Farm to table dinners and homesteading classes.
A few things to keep in mind when pursuing a commercial farm.
You could trigger an audit. With the ever booming hobby farm craze, folks from all over starting taking deep losses on their taxes. I know a lot of small farms that have been audited so keep your books and receipts in order!
Have some money put aside for unexpected expenses or losses.
Don’t put your eggs all in one basket! Create lots of ways to make money on your farm. Classes, festivals, different animals, different vegetables, crafts, etc. will help balance the budget out year to year.
Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses. What a gift to have a farm. Don’t forget to grab a beer and sit on the back porch watching the chicken antics and the view around you.
Maybe you start as a homestead and work your way up or maybe you jump right into farming. Whatever you choose, have fun and be willing to be flexible and creative. A simple life is always a good life.
I know we are taking too much. You know we are taking too much. We know its a finite resource. We all know the damage we are doing. Part of the heart of homesteading is caring for the earth. Knowing that it provides for us and we give back to it. It is being in the natural world with the birds singing and less sound pollution. It is the earth between our fingers and perennials that feed the bees. It is a respect for natural order and weather patterns. It is about using less (but getting back more!) and making sure our grandchildren have a place to run through fields of wildflowers and drink fresh water.
It is so much easier to not think about it. But homesteaders don’t shield their eyes to reality. We know where the red dyed meat in the styrofoam packing comes from. We know that the oil fields and their destruction are fueling our cars. We know how much petroleum is used to truck in nectarines from Peru in January.
I love my wood stove. It is a requirement for me on a homestead. Wood is carbon neutral. It quickly heats the house, makes the air smell amazing, and creates a beautiful cozy glow. We have many downed branches and friends with downed branches so we haven’t had to buy wood. (I was also a smidgen lazy this last winter.) When our only heat source was wood in a homestead long ago, we used three cords and still had some in spring. A cord is 4 ft x 8 ft x 4 ft wide. Beware paying too much and only getting a face cord, which is 4 ft x 8 ft x 16 inches.
We take Grandpa’s newspapers and get them from places that are about to throw them out. Junk mail can be used as starter. My go-to is small, dry pine pieces and pine cones to start a fire. I am not as good as Doug at starting a fire and have the patience of a squirrel so I really pile up the kindling to make sure it starts. The pine cones with the cinnamon scent that you can get over the holidays are the best.
Blessed summer has finally arrived, cool and slow, but warm indeed and I no longer need to make a fire. But I do need to manipulate the cool nights and hot days to keep from running the air conditioning. Open windows wide at night to let the cool air in. Grow more trees around the house. I despise curtains, so I don’t use those but they will keep it cooler/warmer.
When purchasing a new item, see if you can get one that is manual. There are manual grain grinders, blenders, food processors, graters, and more. You get a workout and save some electricity. Purchase well made appliances that use less energy. Unplug anything with an LED light. Those buggers just keep sucking energy. I didn’t like the television anyway.
We invested in solar panels. I cannot even say it was an investment because there was no money down and we pay the same amount we paid our electric company. It is a no brainer. We are providing one hundred percent of our own electricity here on our urban homestead.
Well, that wraps up day 14 of “So You Want to Be a Homesteader.” Happy Solstice and enjoy the longest day of the year!
I have a little book that was written by Mrs. Child in 1832. The American Frugal Housewife is surely just as useful today in many senses. The author almost lost me when she noted that coffee was not economical and could be avoided. Oh, she’s a strict one, that Mrs. Child. Her prose is clear and concise and the book is ever fun to read. Going on two hundred years old, it is a bit of history rolled into a gentle reminder that not that much has changed.
If you make a dollar, only spend eighty cents. If you make fifty cents, only spend forty. The original Dave Ramsey. Why do all the girls these days need the new bonnets from France when clean, proper dresses and a ribbon will do? Girls have no home education these days! In this book she covers everything from cuts of meat (she would wonder about me and my vegetarianism), to how to make custard, and Indian pudding. She discusses herbs for cooking and all their medicinal values as well. A new onion will take the pain out of a wasp sting. Every housekeeping gem that we housewives- even in the twenty-first century- could ever need are in this book. She would tisk-tisk me for sure. But in this time and age, I am not too bad. But there is always room for improvement. A simple, frugal life is a life of peace.
The gents installing the meters for the solar panels on our homestead were surprised at how little electricity we use. Now it can all be generated from the sun. When you walk through our gate, past the Pumpkin Hollow Farm sign, you will find yourself in a large yard. Under snow, it looks ordinary, but this spring you will find dozens, upon dozens, and dozens of medicinal and culinary herbs. This year, enough produce growing to last us eight+ months.
When you come in there is a wood stove and nice wood floors that are easy to clean. Plants and aloes and seed starts fill my home. We read by candlelight and oil lamps. Twinkly lights are the electric lights. Piles of books to read, board games, and a tuned piano supply entertainment. We rarely watch television. In the warmer months we will sit on the porch or go for a walk, all free things. And blessed time together.
In the kitchen, home cooked meals are made. I am finally getting used to not cooking for all the children. Just me and Pa and some left for the puppy. Our root cellar is dwindling but there are still over a hundred jars of produce put up. There are fresh eggs from the coop. Cups of herb tea steaming on the counter.
You will almost always find me in an apron. They are so practical and keep my long skirts clean. I make all of our own medicine, prepare our meals, create much of what we need. I can sew a quilt, make our own soap, brew some meade, put up green beans, bake sourdough bread, make antibiotics, save seeds, use the library, ride my bike, and if I make fifty cents then I shall save ten! More likely five cents, but we’ll get there.
I carefully arranged the candles and the oil lamps. Fluffed the fur pillows. I hung things on the wall, then took them back down. I took the curtains down. I added a tchotchke, took it out. Peace and serenity is what I desired. I turned the guest room into our bedroom and will turn our bedroom into guest room. Just wanted a change of pace. My beautiful rustic bed frame that didn’t fit in the other room greeted me.
Perhaps it is the two retail shops worth of stuff crammed in my basement. Or perhaps it is the beautiful books I have read about a Nordic lifestyle. Maybe it is the time of year, the cool morning causing the furnace to kick on, the wood stove at the ready. Maybe I am secretly signaling to myself that I need a break. My other room looks like a tornado hit it.
I have too much stuff.
Perhaps I will box some things up and add them to the already daunting pile downstairs. Things I don’t necessarily want to rid myself of, but things that are contributing to the overwhelming feeling of chaos. For the moment, I just take on one area at a time.
I have a Nordic decorating mantra at the moment; Use Natural Elements
Wood, candles, fur (I have opted for faux fur and will risk making polyester extinct), natural elements from the outdoors, simple, sweet, uncluttered, soft, cozy.
Eight dollar plush blankets and a few throw pillows transform the couches from dog bed to lush reading spots. Throw pillows are an inexpensive way to add theme. The blankets can be rolled up when the farm dog comes in and takes his place on the sofa, or they can be washed and a lot wasn’t invested in them.
I placed the couches back to back to create two distinct areas in the l-shaped living room. One faces the television for movie nights and one faces the wood stove along with a few rocking chairs. Kitties placed haphazardly about create a cozy feel. (Oh my gosh, I have a lot of cats.)
Back in my new serene bedroom with hardly anything in it, I used only twinkly lights, oil lamps, and candles to light the room. A rocking chair creates a quiet nook.
Old trunks stand in for side tables.
An old heavy door leans against the wall. I used one of those over-the-door set of hooks to hang sweaters.
I don’t have any window coverings in my house so the interiors are flooded with natural light in the day and at night twinkly lights and candle light rule. Such a blessing to have a home.
Five and a half years of writing about farming and homesteading. Almost a thousand readers. Full circle. I am peaceful as I write this. The sun is behind the large walnut tree, filtering its light through the dense branches highlighting the herbs and flowers on the medicine gardens. My front porch rocker is comfortable and my coffee is hot.
We started with chickens, a garden, some dreams. Moved towards alpacas, goats, and sheep, and bigger, simpler; somehow tripped and found ourselves in an apartment. Yet, we gardened at a community plot and hung a calendar of farm animals in the kitchen. Now we own a home of our own in a good sized city skirted by farms and friendly people. “This is not a farm,” I said. But I was wrong. Because being a farmgirl and having a homestead heart does not die. It just gets more creative.
So we have started with chickens, a garden, some dreams. Our house is similar to the one we started in. We have a third of an acre of urban space to dream and build. More raised beds, hoop houses, a greenhouse. We have a root cellar, a wood stove, and fruit trees, and a place to settle and be. By god, this is the urban farm we have read about. Every year it will grow, and get better, and right now it is perfect and warm, and as the cars zoom by to get to work, the hummingbirds drink from the geraniums and honeybees buzz in the pumpkin flowers. The Pumpkin Hollow Farm sign sits proudly on the porch. It would be easy to dream of an off grid homestead, but the challenge and dream will be to see how sustainable we can get right here on this humble plot of land.
A dear, young woman is living with us right now with her little, baby farmboy. I inadvertently see through her eyes what we have here and I am grateful. I have been on a little book tour with my newest book (http://authorkatiesanders.com) but we had time to put up ten quarts of corn broth and a dozen jars of corn yesterday. It is really warm here and the climate whispers of year round gardening with a little wisdom. The chickens frolic, the farm dog barks, the kitties mouse, and all is well in our little house.
So, the original carryall is an apron. Y’all know my great love of aprons! This one carried dozens of corn cobs to the porch to be shucked, to the kitchen to be canned, to the chickens as treats. Don your aprons, Friends, our urban homestead adventures continue…
As you head south from Colorado Springs and enter into the valley of Southern Colorado the weather changes sharply. Pueblo gets far less snow than our northern brethren and the temperatures don’t hover at below zero like places we have lived. This morning we woke to snow. It is still too cold for us though and one day we shall live somewhere without snow. Our dog did look rather shocked when he went outside this morning! He, for one, does not mind snow a bit. (Though he is currently sleeping on a giant pillow in the living room right now.)
It is this type of weather that makes me dream of one of my favorite architectural elements, the wide, walk-in fireplace. The hearth that sustained generations over the years has seemingly disappeared in favor of furnaces. There is just something so comforting about a fire in hearth, a cast iron pot hanging from a hook with supper cooking away ready for any visitor to pour a ladle of something hot and nourishing into a bowl to warm themselves. There is something lovely and rustic about a family pulled up to the warmth on a snowy winter’s eve with knitting or books or fiddle.
I love my little house with the cast iron wood stove. It creates such beauty and warmth to our living space. If I ever build my own house I shall make the counters four inches higher, remove the ceiling fans, make everything in the bathroom higher (houses weren’t made for tall people!), create an open living plan, and put in a walk-in, large fireplace to warm our home on…ahem…rainy days. Enjoy the snow!