Sitting on stumps around the fine fire pit, watching that ‘good’ wood 🔥 burn..

I love the sound..the dull roar, the pops and hisses

and the heat, that makes me pull my flip flop-clad toes back from the edge..ouch..

but it’s the look of the flickering flames most of all..the white and orange and yellow ( sometimes even coloured blue and purple with funky crystals) that is mesmerizing…and the pile of oven-hot embers that grows beneath the scorched, crumbling logs, glowing black and orange and making the perfect base for baking a potato or two

“A s’more for you madame?” Asks the fire-builder, already stacking a marshmallow or two onto the wire roasting sticks.

”But of course, sir” says the flip flop wearer.

Crumbly graham squares, a decadent chunk of milk chocolate and oozy white fluff assembled in a flash—man knows how to

make a moment around the blazing pit.