Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Wood Heat







It was nearly dark, for the full November twilight had fallen around Green Gables, and the only light in the kitchen came from the dancing red flames in the stove. Anne was curled up Turk-fashion on the hearthrug, gazing into that joyous glow where the sunshine of a hundred summers was being distilled from the maple cordwood.

Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery

2 comments:

  1. I'd be right where your kitty is! I love to sit by the warmth of a fire. BTW, I think we have the same kettle only mine's dark green.

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  2. A big wave to you Nan! So nice to find your blog. And even better to see a photo like this reminding me of when you shared photos of your amazing kitchen and views! How are you my friend?

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Now that I am a grandmother, it seems that I am often late in replying to your most-appreciated comments. But I read them as soon as they come in, and I will write as soon as I can. Please do come back and check. I love these blogging conversations. A little addendum - I've just spent quite a long time catching up with dear notes you left me months ago!! I do hope you can get back to read them. And I'm trying to be much more prompt now!

Also, you may comment on any post, no matter how old, and I will see it.