I bought a fire pit years ago excited to use it in the fall months here in Nashville. There’s something pacifying about sitting around a fire, with or without s’mores. It’s about being outside. Very caveman-like, really.
Me start fire. Fire warm. Me sit.
cave person
I haven’t used the square metal contraption yet this year but with the cooler temps I’ve got it in the back of my mind, and it’ll be nice! I won’t try it for another week or so once I’m sure allergy season is over. Those dang ragweeds. They get me every time!
I also randomly thought of another experience I had with fire. This was early in high school. It was the night before the first day of school and I was just a bit behind completely hopeless on the summer reading list. There I laid in my bed, book open, lamp on, ready to speed read. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep and dream of rainbows and puppies accidentally light the mattress on fire!
Yes, that’s right. I had a lamp on the bed and after I fell asleep it tipped over, the bulb flat down against the sheets. Imagine flames up the wall. A plastic wall clock melting. What in the world had I done??? I woke up and rushed into my parents bedroom (as any kid who has no clue what to do does, right?). Due to some heroic work from my parents and brother, the fire was doused out with a trash can’s worth of water.
Now as an adult and a homeowner, I have a better grasp of the gravity of that situation. THE WHOLE HOUSE COULD’VE BURNED DOWN!
Stupid summer reading lists.
Happy fall, y’all!
-Out of the Wilderness
Out of the Wilderness 