It is 17 deg. f. out and falling to an expected -5 deg. overnight. Meanwhile, I am sitting quite comfortably in the farthest corner of the most distant room away from our Jotul stove.
This is not to brag. It is to share my wonder and amazement that such a simple piece of equipment can so easily provide a level of comfort unavailable to even kings and princes just 100 years or so ago. I have been burning wood for nearly 50 years and using stoves anytime these last 35 years; yet I still marvel every time a fresh load of wood flashes into those incredible secondaries. I am in awe as I watch a simple iron box in the middle of my house burn at over 1000 deg. (internal, of course) with no smoke, no sparks, no danger.
Odd, isn't it? I take the car, the tv, even the computer on which I type this more or less for granted. But even after all these years I join my ancient ancestors in gratitude and appreciation for warmth in the dead of winter.
Sorry to be a bore, but I had to share this with someone.
This is not to brag. It is to share my wonder and amazement that such a simple piece of equipment can so easily provide a level of comfort unavailable to even kings and princes just 100 years or so ago. I have been burning wood for nearly 50 years and using stoves anytime these last 35 years; yet I still marvel every time a fresh load of wood flashes into those incredible secondaries. I am in awe as I watch a simple iron box in the middle of my house burn at over 1000 deg. (internal, of course) with no smoke, no sparks, no danger.
Odd, isn't it? I take the car, the tv, even the computer on which I type this more or less for granted. But even after all these years I join my ancient ancestors in gratitude and appreciation for warmth in the dead of winter.
Sorry to be a bore, but I had to share this with someone.