I Started a Fire

Perfect end to a beautiful day -- sitting around a fire with neighbors Bonnie and Dave, eating pizza and watching the season's first lightening bugs flitter about.

The last time I started a fire was at Girl Scout camp more years ago than I care to count.

Even with the sticks still damp from the new sprinklers, I was able to start a decent fire this evening.

I did cheat a bit. I poured little gasoline on the sticks and lit the pile with a propane torch. (Kids, don't try this at home.)

I was fully prepared to sacrifice my eyebrows to get the fire started, but luckily, it didn't come to that.