|Dusk and fire|
It seemed like most of the Things I get (got) to do today had been centered around locating a gallon of wood protector/sealer for my kiwi trellis--driving and phoning and driving. It was splendid being out to see the blossoms and beauties; I drank it all in and had a second helping with no guilt. I had, after all, finally located the sealer and was driving to fetch it.
After dinner when my husband suggested wrapping up this magnificent day by having our first fire of the season in the chiminea, I melted in agreement. No rush. No traffic. No going. Only a crackling fire and gentle smoke. Sublime closure.