I’ve always loved the smell of campfires. It takes me back to backyard celebrations at the homes of a couple of my closest childhood friends, summer canoe trips in MN and southern Canada, and other great memories from my youth…and adulthood, with my family and friends.
As we were in the process of moving out of the Seattle area, we had an opportunity to live for a couple of months in an A-Frame on Guemes Island, which the girls still remember as one of their favorite places we have lived. One aspect I really enjoyed was the wood stove that filled the house with both heat and the wonderful aroma of burning pine or hardwoods (depending on what the local store had on hand). I looked forward to waking up and starting each day by building a fire. I have to admit, it spoiled me.
We have a great wood stove where we are, now, and it is one of the things I enjoy most about the house. In fact, it was something I felt was essential.
The first fire of autumn is a great day, each year. I usually set the logs, kindling, and tinder well in advance, so when the right day or evening presents itself, lighting it is quick work.
The last fire of spring, on the other hand, is a sad inevitability.
The 15-day forecast says we may hit the 90s, so this morning’s fire, a welcome addition after a drizzly night and a morning in the high 40s, may well be the last for some time.
I’m in no hurry to see it burn out….
Down here in the South, the last back yard fire was a few months ago… I’m already ready for cooler weather, but. the worse is yet to come. Disgustingly hot and humid here…. you’re lucky!
Completely understand, my friend. 3 years living in Saint Marys, GA, taught us to try to hide from the summer heat and humidity, but expect that you won’t really be able to get away from it!