I only took one picture today. And it's not a very good one. Our multifuel stove is the only heating in the house. I'm in charge of it. I'm the fire starter, the fire maintainer, the fire master. I've learned the mysteries of its various controls. I can now keep it burning for days without relighting it. In fact, I get uneasy when LA starts taking control. Odd as I'd never even lit an open fire until we got together, and she showed me how. This morning, we got up late. The stove felt cold. Not completely cold, but certainly not hot. Thinking I'd need to relight it, I started clearing the ashes. I don't like relighting as I like the idea of an everlasting flame. But there, surrounded by pale grey ash was a tiny glowing ember. Enough to get it going? Well, after an hour of nurturing, that tiny glow became the roaring fire you see in the picture. Not a good photo, but a great fire. One that's been burning for days.