Loom of a Fireweaver

It is so windy outside, even the great arms of the largest Black Oak are swaying. I was tending the fire and working my morning devotional to Brigid when the wind blew right down the chimney, and big waves of thick smoke rolled out with it. I had to end my meditation and close the glass fireplace doors to prevent cinders from being blown out.

We may get our first snow of the year today. When I gathered wood from the shed, it definitely smelled like snow. I hope we do, I'm very ready for winter.