One of the simple joys of living in the South is that the weather will be nice at least a few days of every month. I used to live in one of the frozen states where it clouded up in October and then the weather gods pummeled us with snow, sleet, freezing rain, and ice until exhausting their fury in early May. This made the winter a time for stoicism and desperation. We’d throw logs into the fireplace trying to stay warm, but not too warm, for we were sure that we had not cut enough wood to allow us to be wasteful. Who needs 68 degrees when 66 and three wool blankets are sufficient?
Wasting firewood was the Devil’s sure path to an eternal frozen slumber. A person burning good firewood faster than God meant for them to might be found frozen in the spring by a couple of girl scouts selling cookies door to door. Don't do it!
