So here’s a fun little fact about living on Salt Spring Island, my beautiful home on the West Coast of our amazing Canadian country.
When my hubby and I started looking for a home last spring, we quickly realized that the primary method for heating homes here is wood. Wood stoves and fireplaces are very commonplace in most of the homes that I’ve been inside. Some homes also have baseboard heaters, too, but I’ve been warned by various people how hefty the heating bills for this are, so we try to stick to wood as much as we can.
As with everything in life, there are pros and cons to relying on a wood stove to keep your family warm. One of the drawbacks is that getting the heat going isn’t quite as easy as pushing a button or a lever on the thermostat – you actually need to get a fire started.
Now, fire-starting is not exactly my strong suit. Fortunately, my hubby does the best he can to get a good fire going every morning before he leaves for work. I believe flames may be allergic to me. There have been a few times where I’ve had to be the one to get the fire blazing and it was a quick and easy endeavour, but for the most part it takes a lot of paper, kindling and time. I’ll get there eventually… I hope.
Regardless of the added effort (and frustration), I love my wood stove. It heats the house up so quickly once it’s going, and it adds an extra special feeling to our home. A feeling of warm coziness. I can’t help but feel like grabbing a cup of tea and curling up by the fire. It reminds me of the many fond memories of camping with friends and family, and retreating to the family cabin.
Dear wood stove, you are both horrible and magical all at once, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.