Cold Crisp Air and the Scent of Hickory Smoke Herald the Arrival of Fall
Toby at my side, my trusty assistant to any task. I could feel Susie,who has been gone for several years, at my side too with her tail uplifted and twitching in the way only a Scottish Terrier is able to do. Certain in her Scotty mind that a furry creature is about to be uncovered!
The snap of twigs as a new fire starts. The quick, strong draft pulling the smoke up and out reliably. The sweet, sweet smell of Hickory and a bit of Bay that was the starter perfumes the garden as we walk outside.
The curl of fairy smoke, a offering to the sky. A new season. New dawns and new dusks all of our lives entwining.