Fred and I were in Burlington on Friday and I believe it was actually colder ther
e than it was here. The wind was howling and we were relieved to get back to Joe's Pond. Yesterday we were outside piling wood and even that activity didn't keep us warm and we came in with toes and fingers aching with cold. The wood pile has been growing in size daily. It represents a heap of hard labor, and I really think we should be very conservative about using it; but once it's dry and in the woodshed next year we'll probably keep the fire going as usual. It's wonderful to sit in our cozy living room on a cold winter night and watch the flames in our little Hearthstone stove.
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