361: Seasonal fire and rainPosted: September 19, 2011
The rain has returned, and it looks like it’s here until tomorrow morning. It’s chilly too. It would be a good day to light a fire in the fireplace. I have been slightly (just oh-so-slightly) tempted to turn on the heat to take the edge off the chill and damp, but I can’t bring myself to do it on a day that is still counted, according to the calendar, as a summer day. Besides, we recently pre-paid our heating fuel bill for this upcoming season of cold, and that stuff ain’t cheap. I’m going to be investing in fleece and other things to keep warm this winter.
Over the weekend, M the Elder and M the Younger built a fire ring not too far from the deck out back. Far enough to be safe, of course, but close enough we don’t have to walk half a mile to stand by the fire. I exaggerate a little. The spot where we usually have our fires is only about a tenth of a mile from the house. Maybe not even that far.
They used leftover flagstones from Project Patio (you can see and read a little about that project here), and rocks from the creek. I think they did a fine job. We had our first fire in the new fire ring last night, and all went well. The sky was relatively clear, with lots of stars visible. We could even see the Milky Way. It was a great night to sit outside and watch the flames dancing with the logs.
Except for the two shots of the fire, the photos in this post are leftovers from the weekend. It is not a good day for taking photographs outside. I took my walk outside sans camera. I could have posed my breakfast and lunch for some food photography practice to post, but I do have a plethora of leftovers from this past year of getting outside every day and taking far too many pictures.
I originally tried to set a limit of 15 photos per outing, but that got thrown out sometime during the winter months. Probably when we took that hike to the Blue Wall. It might have happened early on in the commitment, though. Perhaps when we took the bike ride that helped M and I decide to buy bicycles as part of our apparent mid-life crises in which we purchased cross-country skis and bicycles in less than a year’s time. I’m surprised we didn’t add kayaks to that mix.
It was in the Mesmerized post I mentioned that I fell in love with winter, and hoped to feel that way about all four seasons by the end of this commitment.
It did happen. At some point in each season, I had not only learned to appreciate the season, but came to love it. Here is where it happened in the spring. I ran out of time looking for the autumn and summer posts. I’ll see if I can find them tomorrow.
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence
Summer passes and one remember one’s exuberance
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence
Winter passes and one remember one’s perseverance.
~ Yoko Ono, Season of Glass
That’s about it from the Bogs for today. Thank you for dropping by. I ‘ll be back tomorrow with another edition of the Great Outdoor Adventures.