You know that bittersweet subtlety that only exists on an autumn mid-morning? That impossible-to-pinpoint scent that rides on the new crispness in the breeze? Does it tug nostalgically on your heartstrings like it does on mine?
I love vintage stoves. they are also a great source of heat and were always the gathering place in the old farm house. Bread is heavenly baked in them. find it here: http://www.thekitchn.com/style-inspiration-vintage-stoves-165173