I'm not sure where it comes from, this internal desire to forge metal in the winter. There are all the obvious reasons - furnace makes 2200 degree of Fahrenheit warmth, the glow of the metal is like a setting sun, reminiscent of warmer days, longer days, days that seemed like they would last forever. Those kind of days. Or perhaps it's the rhythm when hammer meets steel, resonating of the anvil, Acme jokes notwithstanding, I often wonder why the roadrunner was so desirable to the coyote in the first place.
It's many things tied together I suppose. Simpler times where you were known and respected based on your profession and dedication to your craft. I don't know what most people do for a living anymore. I do know what a blacksmith does.; They used to be called upon to make aromor and weaponry, you could not cook without a kettle and assorted implements unless you knew a blacksmith. Your doors would not be secure without hinges or locks, your houses could not be nailed together, your horse and buggy would simply not go anywhere without a farrier or coopersmith.
If you long for piece of the past and would like to create something for your home or as a gift for a loved one, please drop me a line. I'd love to craft something for you.
Especially in the winter.