I used to dread winter time. I struggled so hard with Seasonal Depression that I swear as soon as the leaves started turning I would want to take to my bed and stay there until it warmed up again.
This winter is different though.
I’m feeling good. And it is all because of my wood.
Double entendres aside, knowing that you are going to be able to keep a warm house the entire winter season when your bank account is too low to fill up your propane tank does a lot to put a smile on your face.
Another thing that has been a lifter is the time that my Dad and I spent together stacking this wood. It was no small task, and it took even longer because we talked nonstop the whole time, but growing closer to him is a blessing.
So when my fireplace is burning bright I will remind myself to smile, even though the days are short. My joy can still be long.
(Not shown is the HUGE stack by the house!)