Of a Woodstove - Front Porch Republic

Of a Woodstove - Front Porch Republic

It wasn’t until graduate school that I made a friend whose family heated entirely with wood. She’d return from weekends home in the mountains smelling of sweet smoke that permeated her long hair and wooly sweaters and wafted down the halls of the department, connoting campfire, I suppose, for the suburban-raised or the scent-curious. At the time, I found the allure something of a novelty, having grown up among Midwestern plowmen and women who’d …