Once the fire heats up, the whole tower section gives off heat for the next day or two, even if the fire goes out.
Last night it got cold enough to light a fire in the old kitchen oven as well.
This morning we woke up to a white, soggy winter wonderland and it's still plopping down as I type. I've had a love/hate relationship with winter throughout my life, and this is the most snow I've seen since the winter of 2005. But, I'm a northern girl at heart and I was a little surprised to find myself getting totally excited for the snow:
I've been lucky enough to live in hot, beachy, tropical places (Guatemala, Guam, and the Gulf Coast) for about 7 years of my life, but I never realized how much I missed the changing of the seasons. Much like the upper Midwest of the US where I grew up (Michigan, Wisconsin, and Minnesota), the seasons here in Sweden blast in and out in a way that's anything but subtle. It almost seems like every single week here is different in some way, and it has a much bigger impact on the way you create memories and remember years past when it was a dry summer or an early winter or an extra-wet spring. It's no wonder Swedes are so connected to nature, and forgetting to check the weather forecast here is as unthinkable as going without coffee or wearing your shoes inside the house.
It's still snowing like crazy outside, which makes being inside with a cozy fireplace that much more enjoyable. I feel like I've come full circle back to the wintry north now, and even though I'm on the other side of the world, it feels like home.
***** Snow Update, six hours later *****
After I posted this the power went out and the snow kept dumping down...so instead of the wussy little dusting above, we now have this:
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