FIRE

I love a good fire. Bentley and I went to a bon fire at Ray's a couple of months ago and it was a nice beginning to the fire season. We got a bunch of fire wood and Bentley has been burnin', burnin', burnin. It's been too wet this year to burn in the burn pile outside, which I'm happy about since it keeps the use of the chainsaw to a minimum. Whew.

When I think of fire and fire places I have different memories come to mind. Sitting in front the fireplace at Gigi's in a little trance while the grown ups got caught up. Bebe looking like a witch doctor with the burn pile shooting flames higher than her stance and her white hair swirling around. The candles my brother and I would light when my parents made spaghetti and the excitement to blow them out. Defrosting a lost pup at my grandma's house one night when it snowed and the pup had ice cubes in his fur. Once we got him cleaned up she let me sleep with him in front of the fire place that night.

When I say we've been burning, you might even be able to see the magazine rack from the bathroom that we threw in there.