#WinterHeating

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[essentiaindia]

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[k2heatingairconditioning]

When to Replace the Furnace

Don't get left out in the cold - discover the telltale signs that it's time to upgrade your furnace and stay cozy all winter long

[adiiiivs]

"Winter never lets you forget you're alive. Maybe that's why it makes people sad."

- Ainslie Hogart, "Motherthing"

[geohoneylovers]

In winter, honeybees form a living furnace! They huddle inside their hives, with worker bees vibrating to generate heat, keeping the queen at a cozy 90–100°F in the center. This bee cluster has a clever design, with a dense outer mantle for warmth and a loose inner core. As temperatures shift, they expand or contract like nature's own thermostat.

[ares857]

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[harmonyhealinghub]

The Widow's Winter Shaina Tranquilino November 14, 2024

The first snow of winter lay thick over Diane’s yard, blanketing the small house in a cold quietness. Diane stood by the window, her gaze lingering over the dark branches of the bare trees, coated in frost. This was her first winter alone. The weight of the season pressed heavily on her heart.

Her husband, Jack, had been gone for only a few months, but his absence felt like an eternity. Every small thing reminded her of him—the plaid throw on the couch, his books stacked by the fireplace, the snow shovel leaning against the porch that he would have wielded to clear the driveway. She had dreaded this time, imagining the loneliness of cold nights and quiet days.

But in the days that followed, something surprising began to happen.

It started with her neighbour, Meghan, who stopped by unannounced one icy afternoon with two steaming mugs of cocoa. They sipped the drinks by the fire, and Meghan shared stories of her late husband, chuckling as she described his quirks, his stubbornness, his kind heart. Diane found herself laughing, the sound almost foreign to her, yet comforting.

Days later, Joe, an older man from down the road, showed up with a box of firewood. “Figured you could use some more,” he said with a nod, avoiding eye contact as he stacked the logs by her door. Diane smiled, feeling a warmth that went deeper than gratitude.

As the weeks passed, the small acts of kindness continued. Ellen, a friend from her book club, came over one Sunday afternoon with a stack of novels and a bottle of wine, and they spent hours laughing and talking. Diane’s memories of Jack were there, but they no longer felt like weights around her heart—they felt like gentle reminders of love, of life.

On Christmas Eve, Diane’s little house filled with the warmth of friends, neighbours, and laughter. Meghan brought cookies, Joe made his famous stew, and Ellen read passages from one of the books. They toasted to love, to friends, and to the small acts of grace that made the cold winter days bearable.

Sitting by the fire that night, Diane realized she was no longer alone. Her grief was there, but so was something unexpected—a quiet, powerful gratitude. Winter had once seemed to her like a season of endings, but now it felt like a season of new beginnings, marked by the warmth of friends who had become her family.

For the first time since Jack’s passing, Diane felt at peace. Winter had come, but it had brought with it a new light. She knew that, somehow, Jack was a part of this, too—smiling with her, laughing with her, grateful with her. In that gentle realization, Diane’s heart filled with a warmth that would last through many winters to come.

[puckpocketed]

my guy luca cagnoni… playoffs today !!!

[jiubilant]

Happy Saturday Monday! Kynesgrove? :D

Kynesgrove - What's your favorite non-major city/town/settlement?

winterh—(i am hit with a comically large hammer)—whichever little mining town dravynea the stoneweaver is from. found the concept of a company of miners hiring an alteration mage to shape the earth and protect them from cave-ins intriguing and memorable

[happyocelot]

The End of Winter

He was always looking forward, seeing something beyond the big, wide sky. Seeing something no one else could see. Those morning rays of the sun, they hit him first.

And maybe she wanted to see what he saw, so she started craning her neck in the same direction.

Only now she had to do it without him by her side.

Naruto dies. Hidden leaves bloom in Hinata's veins.

A Hanahaki AU.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I feel like I have to post updates here or else people won't know that I'm writing this 😅.

Please let me know how you think I'm writing angst/heartbreaking, because I usually write humor/heartwarming. But I want to be versatile and I really want to know everyone's thoughts.

[goddesstrolls]

Did something happen? I thought you camped out and got all cozy by the fire....

"I don't rheally stay put. I have my worhk to do. Even in winterh."

>> Plus, finding food and dry firewood isn't very easy...

[k2heatingairconditioning]

Furnace Maintenance Tips & Guidelines

Know the full details about it

[brudberg1]

Petulant month

February is a petulant toddler,sometimes sulking under a livid pewtera sudden shower might turnto a delicate flurry of lace,and when you believe it is winterhe turns azure and bright,cloudlessly shiningan innocent Cheshire cat,cloaking the piecesof your favorite china.February wears workbootstoo big for his feet stumblesaround, the shortest of months,squeezed between the mayhem of winterand…

[rosette-dragonborn]

It’s in the late hours of the night that I find myself most awake and ready to fill my head with plans for my next adventure.