“Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.”- Carlo Collodi
There is definitely something romantic about a stack of logs drying in the summer sun. The blocks of wood themselves may physically lack any notion of grace or finesse. But on a cold and snowy winter night when the temperature drops and the wind outside is howling like a banshee on the prowl they are transformed into something greater than themselves. The warmth and the protection they offer the folks standing near their welcoming glow has served as the fodder for many writers and poets creative offerings.