Not anymore but it is one of the most favorite memories of my childhood. We didn't have a car and often in winter would arrive home wet and cold. A shower and a hot milo in front of the open fire would make the wet and cold walk home a distant memory in a very short time.
How wonderful to turn out the lights, sit by the fire and watch it come alive.
That is heaven, but I did once have it in England, and never forgot that simple
yet very comforting part of growing up.It was very nice indeed.
Not in this house, sadly. I love a good roaring fire! Though it's rare now in Britain to be able to have one due to pollution control. We have a live flame gas fire in our English house, not as good as the real thing, but I'm looking forward to sitting in front of it again after we've moved.
I do not have a a fireplace - recently spent time at a friend's farm and it has the most amazing fireplace. It was great watching the dancing flames within that confined space , And I thought about :how a raging fire otherwise totally destructive can be tamed to a point of being relaxing.An amazing world we have.