There was a time some years ago when we decided what our cedar-log home
needed a glassed-in solarium. off the open kitchen.
It wasn’t long before Rosanne and I decided, living somewhat
in the country, why not have a good old fashioned metal stove? And burn wood.
We chose a hefty, blue colored cast iron stove with a sort of old-fashioned look. It weighed four hundred pounds and took three burly guys to carry it into the house.
They installed the matching metal chimney rising up through a small wood
opening in the wood portion of the ceiling.
Author’s comment: Looking back we couldn’t have made a better choice.
We pick up two bush cords of hardwood each autumn. It lasts us througuntil spring.
Our intrepid son Nathaniel and a friend come without being asked to split and pile the wood
close to the house. It burns around the clock giving off a wonderful subtle woody smell along
with the heat.