There is typically an Easter bonfire at the barn, but as the past spring was unusally dry it was too dangerous to light it. The pile of wood lay waiting in the fields through the then following unusually rainy summer into fall.
The bonfire was finally held on Saint Martin’s Day (November 11) instead on a beautiful, cold night with a clear sky and a huge full moon.
Isn’t it funny how, in our world full of technology, we are still fascinated by fire and drawn to it. Dangerous on the one hand and warm and comforting on the other.
A moment to pause and wonder and draw a deep breath. I have always loved the smell of wood smoke, it’s the best smell in the world for me, right next to freshly ground coffee.
Amidst all the running errands and getting things organized, we have tried to quiet down a bit and squeeze a nap or two into these busy days. I’m trying to catch up with comments and emails but it’ll be a while, sorry to keep y’all waiting. But sometimes, all I really need is to stand around a big fire for an hour or two.