I love having a fire in the fireplace. So many people have gas fireplaces now and I even grew up with one, but I have never given in and put one in ours. I believe it has been the influence of my friends Elaine and Jodie that I love having real wood burn. If it is the slightest bit cool, Elaine or Jodie will have a fire going. I love that about them.
When the elderly man and his grandson come to deliver the wood, I enjoy having a chat with them. They are what I call 'salt of the earth' folks. The man has this little dog that sits up in the truck and waits and watches the wood being stacked. And if I have wood left over from last year, wow, it catches fire quickly and burns great.
I guess it is the Girl Scout in me. But I can really build a great fire. I have shown DH how I set one and he has become a pro too. He loves it as much as I do. He thinks he is the best fire builder now. There is nothing like the crackling and popping of a fire. I think it helps us unwind and just be.
Harvey and Azalea love to get as close as they can too. I pull their bed in close and they snuggle up and get toasty.
I'm ready for Fall.
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