We became experts at woodstoves and fire, my brother and I taking comfort in the warmth, the smoking and heaving, the blue-orange blaze of rings burning off consequential years that the gnarled pine had gathered over decades of surviving gales and storms, and even the early snow in ’84 which brought limbs collapsing upon the roof of Mom and Dad’s room in October and put us out in the cold, the one whose embers we stoked with an iron prod to bring comfort that day when the house shook us awake. Shedding its flimsy branches, still heavenward, it stood. That tree from whose weakness we drew life sacrificed its brokenness on that bitter day like today when all’s not right with the world but the light of the home fire. ~ Rae Carpenter
I cannot apologize sufficiently for what follows, but reading about your pyrotechnical education prompted my warped mind to remember another "truism" concerning fire.
"Build a fire for a man, and he will be warm for most of the day. But if you set fire to the man, he will be toasty for the rest of his life."
Like the wood of the Cross, Rae
I cannot apologize sufficiently for what follows, but reading about your pyrotechnical education prompted my warped mind to remember another "truism" concerning fire.
"Build a fire for a man, and he will be warm for most of the day. But if you set fire to the man, he will be toasty for the rest of his life."
I''ll show myself out...
Comforting, Doc. In this world where all’s not right, there are good people offering comfort. Thanks.