It finally got cold enough to have a fire in the fireplace without needing to open windows. Although I would have loved a Thanksgiving with crackling logs, it was just too hot. We would have been down to t-shirts and sandals over turkey. But Friday, the cooler air swept in and I collected some damp logs from the porch, paper and fat wood and created this beauty. Now that the house smells like wood smoke, can snow be far behind?
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