Crisp autumn days have finally convinced us to start a fire in our fireplace.
After months of gearing up for this event (the first time we’ve owned a house with a wood fireplace) we are finally enjoying the fruit of our labors.
It’s pretty. And warm. The roaring fire seems fitted for a house that sits on a treed lot. Nature makes its way indoors.
The sun is slowly going down. This day has been good. And I feel thankful.
