The first fire of the season

 

Dad lit the first flames this morning after Eliot and I went out to collect firewood in the crisp, I mean cold, morning air.

We like to gather dead fall branches, pine cones, and pine straw from our neighborhood in the common areas. Since the Winter and Fall last year was so mild there is plenty of burnable material available to collect. This is an activity Annika always used to enjoy. Hopefully her father will let her come home soon and help us collect from nature.