The stockings were hung by the chimney with care

We are taking advantage of the cooler temps with a lovely fire. A fire brings back many fond memories of my childhood and I love the sound of wood popping and cracking. While I love our house, gas logs don't provide the same experience and I miss the sounds of a real fire. It is convenient and nice that we don't have to grab wood frequently and "juug" the fire. (That's what my dad called poking the fire).

Sadly, I think it will be 70 again this weekend.