Fiorella, Fire, and Ashes

Fiorella kept the fire in the fireplace going all day yesterday, using up most of the wood inside the front door and on the front porch, which meant she had to go out in a drippy rain and raid the woodpile on the other side of the driveway to get new fuel for today's fire.  Yes, she knows she could just turn up the heat, but what would be the fun in  that?
      Of course, Fio also feeds her fires with household trash and the far-too-plentiful  advertisements and solicitations that appear in her mailbox six days a week (especially during the holiday season for some strange reason 😁).
      Then there's the daily newspaper. whose pages tear so nicely--Fio usually ties the strips into loose  knots and throws them into the fire when it's first getting started. FLASH!
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Fio, as you know, is crazy about fires. When she was a child in Ohio. the front room fireplace was rarely used, and if it was used, it was to burn trash, instead of the flaming logs that illustrated all her first-grade library books, so Fiorella was thrilled when, as an adult, she and husband moved into a house with a real live fireplace that burned real live wood.  In fact, she was so thrilled that she went overboard in designing the house they eventually built, providing it with two fireplaces--one wood, one gas. (As it turned out, the gas one was totally unnecessary.)
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In Fiorella's current woodland environment, a fireplace is a necessity unless you want to pay someone big-time to haul away your trimmed and fallen branches several times a year.
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Strangely, Husband preferred buying firewood from either the stands outside of H-E-B, newspaper ads, or the itinerant woodsmen who would sell it beside the road. Fio, on the other hand, has yet to pay a penny, and, in fact, may eventually make a profit out of some of her woodpile--remember that she has a full cord as a result of the County's atonement for chopping down some of her trees without consent.
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Whenever the fireplace gets overloaded with ashes, Fiorella shovels them into a bag and walks them out into the yard, leaving a jet-like trail behind her. Supposedly, ashes are good for the soil. Or is that the soul?