It's back...the grey smoke rising from the chimney of the house. The wood furnace is officially in business for the winter season.
I like to watch the smoke swirl around the roof top, dispersing into the surrounding air. The smoke travels in a straight column into the sky; or ejects in puffs as if an old codger was drawing on a pipe; or at times, makes fluid, apparition-like shapes. Fortunately, I get more a feeling of free spirit rather than spooky spirit.
And, the aroma - generally one of an earthiness, a real fragment of the cycle of life. Another whiff reveals that each wood species produces a different odor - I am keen on each and every variance.
Oak; hickory; and oh, that red cedar - just like stepping into a paneled closet.
But, more valuable than the smell is the heat the firewood is producing. I like to keep warm. And, actually utilizing a renewable resource growing on our farm; so much the better.
Wood smoke is definitely good smoke.
Abruptly, the smoke is gone.
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