Lighting the first campfire in the fall always makes me feel like an excited little kid again. Last night conditions were perfect, not too warm, not too cold, not too breezy. Recent yard clean up provided a lot to burn.

Does anyone remember swapping spooky tales while sitting around listening to the peaceful crackle! A campfire in the middle of the woods really sets the tone for story telling. Eeks.

Smell smoke? Hope we have marshmallows!