The Big Fella really nails it some times. Anzac Day I suggested we drive up the mountain near us to the secret fire pit and have a small marshmallow roasting. He avoided eye contact. Later I heard shovelling and thought he must be burying the missing chook. Turns out she was okay but just had a couple of days away. We don't know where. We may rename her Agatha Christie. Anyhoo he was not burying a chook but, rather, digging a flat fire pit for our brazier. He likes his fires a bit spectacular.
They lined up in front of it like military moths to a flame. Watching fire is almost as calming to kids as watching ABC 3 but with less drool. It is almost as calming to me as watching the chooks (when they are in) or the sea (when I can drive).
It is less calming when they dive forward in fivesome unison to roast/char/toast their mallows. We've had such a nice long break from the Royal Children's Hospital.
In reality it was completely delightful and pleasant and easy.
There was much inspection and comparison and advising of mallow toasting technique....
but it was really all about..... the Fire!
Do you ever get all pyro in your garden? Do you? You know you want to!
We have a huge fireplace in the orchard. Stones on the ground to hold the fire in place. Watching a fire is wonderful. Furthermore, we have a wood heating. Therefore I can make fires the whole winter, which lifts my spirits, warms my body and soul. It's THE best!
ReplyDeleteWhen my boys were in school, we had a birthdayparty for them each year. We went into the forest, made a fire, had Wurst und Brot. Once, a friend asked me about the AMAZING birthday party we had had the day before. I didn't do anything except for buying sausages and bread ant all the 30 kids had so much fun, watching the fire, running through the bushes.
Everyone deserves a Big Fella in their life. We're a little pyromaniacal and have regular marshmallow-roasting activities ... I like mine rather charred on the outside, or however which way my team like to feed them to me.
ReplyDeleteThey are so mesmerizing. I loved as a kid when my Pop burnt the garden rubbish pile off. It was usually around this time of year too as it got cooler.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely that your hubbie set up the firepit for you. x
We should do this next New Years Eve! Wonderful post! Glad it wasn't the chook!
ReplyDeleteWell I live on the edge of a wood, with a huge oak tree adjoining my garden, wooden fences, hawthorn hedge all in a tiny space. Lots of wood! And I would hate to be the one responsible inadvertantly burning down my village (if anyone did it, it would be me - I once inadvertantly drained a whole fish pond and killed all the fish (expensive japanese carp) and drowned a bucket full of frogs in trying to relocate them to a better home. I'm full of good intentions you see - but it often goes pear shaped on me! I therefore have never tried a fire pit and dare not, however I did use to have little chiminea which I used to like to light and huddle round. I would love a real open fire in my house - probably a good thing my living room is too small!
ReplyDeleteYes, we do go all pyro...when we start up the Weber for a bbq. After we've had our meal, the kids gather around and roast their marshmallows. It is the best entertainment. xx
ReplyDeleteOur most notable pyro event was my 42nd birthday party (42 is the meaning of life afer all!) when some kind neighbour called the fire brigade. We were sitting around the fire pit in the backyard on our corner in highgate hill when the fire brigade roared past and pulled up in the street outside the house. We sent the kids to see where the fire was and they came running back to tell us it was in our own backyard! Who knew it is illegal to have a fire in the suburbs of Brisbania unless you are burning sausages. Fortunately we had been burning sauages and had the evidence to prove it. The fighter fires where great sports and let the kids climb all over the fire engine, play with the siren and shoot the fire hose. it was truly a most memorable birthday and one the kids (and their mummies still dream about)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, yes, yes! We build fires whenever and wherever we can - but I confess as yet, we haven't toasted marshmallows. We really must! Looks great fun. Axxx
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I love a good fire myself. And flaming marshmallows too.
ReplyDeleteI love this post.
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be primeval and symbolic.
The old must be burned before the new comes forth.
Marshmallows too, a must.
Too funny Annie, we've had fires with the boys the last two weekends, one up in the blue mountains and one in our backyard. We too roasted marshmallows as well as lighting the good old sparklers for a bit of firework fun. Love a backyard fire. X
ReplyDeleteVery pyro here ... love a good bonfire!
ReplyDeleteLove a good fire here. Our fire drum (made from an old washing machine tub) is a little rusty these days, but now the weather is getting colder it might be time for a repair!
ReplyDeleteRemember our last day of college and the flaming zambuccas? I had blisters on the ends of all my fingers the next day. Being a fire sign I love a good fire, like the time I almost set fire to my art room during a ritualistic burning of drawings, and the other time I fire twirled with garden torches. Nice brazier, I spotted it on the way out the other day.
ReplyDeleteLove a good fire, too. And toasted marshmallows. Yum.
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