Fall weather has finally come. The evenings are cool, and a few times, we’ve sat on the patio at night, enjoying a fire in our fire pit. With marshmallows. The fire pit is an old one, a cast-off that a neighbor was putting out to the curb for the trash one day, just after we’d moved in. We stopped to speak with him, and he said we were welcome to it. It’s a bit shabby and doesn’t look so pretty during the day. But at night, in the dark, with flames leaping upward, a shiny moon overhead, and foxes’ eyes glittering amid the trees behind us, we think it’s spectacular.
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