Outdoor fireplace!

A few weekends ago, Dave moved a wood-burning stove/fireplace into the garden. It looks like a funnel turned upside down, with a curved opening for adding firewood. I picture it having been in someone's cabin in the '70s. Dave's parents found it at a yard sale (I think) some years ago and passed it along to us. Yesterday, we enjoyed a fire out there for the first time. I was able to sit outside with my knitting warm by the fire. We brought snacks, blankets, and had a great time.
-JC

Poetry

"It is a beautiful quiet morning

i make believe you sing to me love
inside I laugh and cry for you are
my mother"

Karen posted this on the fridge last July using magnetic poetry tiles. She then wrote the words down on two notecards - one for me, as you see here, and one for Dave with "mother" changed to "father" at the end.
-JC