I am going to have to admit that it's winter even though I'm still waiting for fall.
We finally got one of those mornings that was cold-in the 20's but dry enough to feel like it was fire weather. It's been too windy here to even think about setting a blaze so close to all the wood we have lying about.
I raided The Misters wood stash that he keeps by the wood stove he has in the man cave and made just enough of a fire to enjoy a cup of pumpkin spice coffee before he climbed out of bed.
Of course as soon as he got up he had to poke at my fire since apparently I did it all wrong. Oh, well. It burned. It was pretty. It lasted just long enough to give me some peace before the daily chores begin. I think it was just fine.