Kneeling at the Hearth
First thing every morning throughout five or six months of the year, I build and light a fire in my fireplace. Sometimes I’m lucky enough to stay in bed past my husband so that he can warm the house before I crawl out from underneath my cozy flannel sheets and down comforter, but most mornings my duty is the fire. When the routine starts in November, I do it begrudgingly. I dislike getting up and fumbling in the dark for…