P-minus 3!

On the coldest, iciest and blusteriest afternoons and evenings, after scraping the pechka and sifting out the dust and expired coal and then hauling in new coal and wood and starting the kindling and then hoping--well, on those days I clung to but one promise I'd made to myself: that March 31st, rain or snow or shine, would be my LAST PECHKA EVER. Several pechka proud friends are in on it, and I trust this day will be magical. To increase the hype, a blog with accompanying photo for your pleasure.