A Fire on the Hearth
We had extremely cold weather here recently. Alligators froze in an icy swamp east of Raleigh. Children ice skated on a rarely frozen creek nearby. And at 7 a.m. this morning, my birdbath was a rock-solid disc of ice.
On my way to the birdbath, hot water kettle in hand, I noticed that someone had raked the leaves on the edges of our garden.
I soon spotted the obliging gardener. He weighs about two ounces and sports orange, black, and white feathers. He’s an Eastern Towhee. In the process of looking around for insects, he turned those leaves back as neatly as the sheets in a Marriott hotel.
Something truly is happening to the weather. Earlier this week, PhD economists meeting in a windowless room in a Grand Hyatt in San Antonio declared that climate change may overturn everything.
When the conversation is about the climate, I find it hard to satisfy every expert. Some say the wood burning in my fireplace is a good thing because it’s a renewable resource. Others say I’m polluting the atmosphere.
Either way, a fire flickering on my hearth on such a cold winter morning does wonders for my spirit.
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A Fire on the Hearth...We had extremely cold weather here recently. Alligators froze in an...