|First Daughter C fire of the season– a Beauty!|
Daughter C is such a fanatic. She refused to start a fire until I’d moved the highly flammable books and deer away from the fire box.
I fuss at her for being overly cautious but… . Who am I to judge? She might be right. And believe you me, I would rather wake up tomorrow morning to a nice hot cup of coffee brought to me by Mr. Big Food who brewed said coffee in our very own unburnt kitchen than to the sound of fire engines.
So I moved the deer and the books and the fire is almost out.
It’s early to have a fire. It’s not even Thanksgiving.