My family and I stalled as long as we could before we lit the first fire. One evening last week when Caroline and I were home alone, we looked at each other and knew. It was time.
Tom and I had everything ready for the first fire of autumn. Kindling, firewood, ashes cleaned out of the stove.
Once we had a fire going, well, it felt really really good.
Haven't needed one again for a few days. When we do, it will nice then, too, and less traumatic.
Hard to let summer go, you know.