My sister-in-law Chris managed to take this photo in the dark with a flash on an iPhone camera. I really like the look of it. That's me on the far right talking to my son Jack.
I don't have the numbers to back this up, but it seems to me the popularity of the fire pit as a suburban backyard accessory has risen exponentially in the last, say, 15 to 20 years.
People sometimes build them right into their patios or, as in our case, just dig a hole and ring it with bricks. Either way, it becomes the focal point of almost any warm-weather gathering.
Terry and my niece Shelby built our pit, and while at first I complained about it as yet another thing in the yard I have to mow around, I must admit it has been a welcome addition.
We probably have something like 10 or 12 fires each spring and summer. Maybe it's more, maybe it's less, I don't know. I don't keep an exact count.
But I know that whenever there's a fire and our kids and significant others are available to join us, it's a guaranteed good time.
We sit and talk, most of us with our beverage of choice in hand. And that's all there is to it. You just relax.
I can get a fire started, but not as well as Terry, who is a superior fire starter AND fire feeder. Elissa's boyfriend Mark was an Eagle scout, and while he claims he was terrible at fires during his scouting days, he builds what can only be deemed a top-notch fire, at least by our standards.
My brother-in-law Dave built what is probably the biggest fire ever in our pit simply by piling on more logs.
We still have a sizeable wood pile, thanks to the elimination of 14 or so trees from our backyard a few summers ago. There are still many fires to go before we have to restock it.
I'm not always a "simple pleasures" kind of guy, but the fire pit has made me one in at least one regard.
Though, seriously, I hate having my straight-line momentum interrupted by obstacles when I'm cutting the grass.
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