Fireplaces will cheer up any continually miserable rainy day. The flicker of the fire dancing in the fireplace is mesmerising and has a warming effect.
If your part of the world boasts 100inches of rain, and you had to wear a drizabone to keep you dry and warm while working in wet weather – knowing I could come home to a fire was always wonderfully comforting. When I was dairy farming, rounding up cows for milking in the cold rain, it was drivingly dismal out in those paddocks. However, I always knew there a fire waiting to warm me at home. It was like a warm welcoming friend.
Nowadays when I arrive home, from school, I still enjoy that cosy, idyllic notion of a blazing warm fireplace. After traveling 40mins, the weather changes so dramatically that I still return home to my soggy feet country, but the fire is lit within minutes.
Recently, I was down to my last few pieces of timber, when a load of firewood was finally procured. This was after much ringing around and asking of locals where to get a load. One bloke wanted to dump a tonne of firewood in my yard; even after I said I would be happy to pay extra for them to stack it. I anticipated they weren’t short of work, so I graciously declined their quote.
Then I hit the jackpot with a long-standing family run business who had recently diversified into carting firewood as an aside to their fencing contracting – during winter. I was very relieved, as my firewood contacts from last year were no longer cutting and carting. I was advised that the government permits, costs and associated paperwork knocked out the little bloke – I’m putting it politely after interruption.
Importantly, the firewood finally arrived and the two gentlemen very kindly stacked and racked as per my instructions while I at the beauty therapist –sprucing up parts of my body. I would have been there to help them but they wanted to come an hour early, which I had no objections to. His wife and my beauty therapists even exchanged ‘hellos’ just before she started waxing. I didn’t know what to expect with two men and their interpretation of ‘neatly stacking’ firewood. But, once I arrived home, they were just finishing off and it looked so very impressive that I took a photograph.
Rainfall 100 inches
As I said, where I live in Millaa Millaa, it boasts 100inches a year, which is why it’s always so lush and green with its bucolic rolling hills. I wanted to use the word ‘bucolic’ because it was the ‘word of the week’ on the podcast, ‘So You Want to be a Writer’ with Valerie Khoo and Allison Tait. Valerie is always encouraging us to use the word of the week. Also I’m using ‘bucolic’ because it relates to my ‘countryside’s pleasant aspect’ of rolling hills and it goes hand-in-hand with fireplace country.
Also, I find it therapeutically ‘good for the soul’ to be writing this in front of my fireplace.