Fire Night

After our ice cream treat with the Erickson family, we enjoyed an evening around Scott W's fire pit in Ashland.  It had been a couple of years since I had gotten to participate in a "fire night."  Memories of fire nights past came flooding back.  We talked about various and sundry things, and as I poked at the fire with my big stick, I realized that was just what I needed.  One important participant in our evening together wasn't physically present, but her influence was with us.  Once more I was glad for a profitable  visit and went away encouraged because of what we had shared around the fire.