Spring came on quick this year. All at once, the trees have blossomed, the lawn has grown lush and my husband has hauled out his favorite outdoor toy: the fire pit.
This man is serious about fires. Each is a work of art, crafted from the kindling up for maximum burn time, warmth and beauty. And there’s no commercial firewood allowed; I once suggested purchasing a cord and he stared at me in horror. “Why would I pay for wood with all these trees around?” he asked, gesturing expansively out the window at our mid-sized suburban yard.
So, whenever we lose a tree, he rolls the logs out back to split—by hand—with an axe. It can take weeks. He then painstakingly stacks the wood into piles, which he carefully rotates for years to ensure optimal seasoning. I’m pretty sure nobody has gotten this excited about building a fire since the cavemen. (more…)









