THE ADVENTURE
I like it.
The conquest of the cold and nasty elements of nature.
Managing and controlling the blazing inferno within our chosen "Widdle stove slave"
Like a moth to the flame we are drawn, ever vigilante of the mechanics and electronics of the marvelous pellet stove that heats our abode.
The clearing of the clinker, the loading of the pellets, the vacuuming of the ash and polishing of the windows.
As a mother nurses it's young, the minister of fire nurture's the flame, keeping it's life giving warmth through the long winters night.
Never so mundane as the bland heater box in the garage with it's lifeless thermostat on the wall, that does little to buoy the spirit, but sucks thy wallet dry.
The Pellet stove is a genuine call to the soul of those who not only seek warmth, but long for the true adventure of commanding the flame.
Ahhhhh yess, the ramblings of a flame crazed old girl that's in love with her pellet stove.
Around here, we have the Shoulder season (Fall and late spring) The winter season (Cold wet and going sideways)
The off season (Summer) where we nurture, love and repair our beloved pellet stove/s
It's a way of life, that begins in the fall with the first fire to vanquish the chill, then progresses to the hard of deep winter when the fires burn fiercely and the flame steady and true.
Then comes spring when the fire we so cherish is allowed to dwindle and die, to be rekindled to chase the chill, then again die out as summers warmth returns.
As a long time pellet stove owner, I have come to think of our stoves as part of the family, and not just a machine.
It's a disease maybe, or an addiction, not sure.
Gotta love it though.
Snowy