Last Fire of Winter

Trash fires are Fiorella's specialty. She tosses all her torn-up newspapers and used Kleenexes into the fireplace, and, when the cold weather hits, tops the mound withher collection of firewood debris and the shredded advertisements the post office has generously favored her with. Then, with the back door open for draw, she strikes a match or two and the flames flare up.

Fio figured out  a while back that the trick is to warm up the cavern and  keep it warm so, accordingly, she scurries back and forth from the den to the foyer to pick up more rickety sticks and a couple of more substantial pieces de madera, including actual logs, which she keeps in a separate pile.

Wait a minute, Fio--did you say you keep your trashy firewood INSIDE the house? 
Well, yes, I do. It's not just the fireplace cavern that has to be warm. Madera that is cold/damp is reluctant to burn, so I provide mi lena with a hospitable environment.

You talk about su lena as if it is sentient. Doesn't it then make you fell guilty to toss it to the flames?
Not at all. Remember, my theory is that everyone and everything wants to be of use. What else are we here for?

Oops, the fire's dying down. Gotta go grab a couple more logs. See ya!