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The winter’s (campfire) tale

The fresh air-grilled chicken-crackling campfire smell of summer greeted us last Saturday night as we made our way through tall snow banks to our friends’ house across town.

We clumped toward the fire in our thick winter boots and held wool mittened hands up to its glow. Inside the house grew a neighborhood party with chubby- cheeked babies, frosted cupcakes and warm winter chatter, and we joined them for a while.

Eventually, though, Molly and I headed back outside, mesmerized by the fire, a friend we hadn’t seen for several months.  We sat on summer chairs and listened raptly to an animated ghost story-teller, whose complicated yarn took most of the evening to unravel. In perfect syncopation, a passing train scored the tale.

Smaller than the snow banks that formed a perfect backdrop and perfectly lit by the campfire flames, our little bard paused only to breathe (and when he had scared himself a little.)

I don’t know what pleased us more, the surprise of a mid-winter campfire or the creativity of our third-grade host, but I can tell you that Molly and I thoroughly enjoyed our unorthodox winter night.

Our friend Tim is an all weather kind of guy. He has biked to work almost every day this year.

Our friend Tim is an all-weather kind of guy. He has biked to work almost every day this year.

Regulation hoop, giant mound of snow. Sure hope that groundhog was right!

Regulation hoop, giant mound of snow. Sure hope that groundhog was right!

Here's our little story teller Jian taking a breath...

Here’s our little story-teller Jian taking a breath…

...and here he is in action.

…and here he is in action.

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If it keeps snowing, soon this jaunty lanterns will be buried.

Thorough once said, "The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness." Having spent the better part of a winter evening staring into a fire, I have to say I agree,

Thoreau once said, “The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter, and is about as ample at one season as at another. It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness.” Having spent the better part of a winter evening staring into a fire, I have to say I agree,

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Posted on February 27, 2013, in Family, life, Molly and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. What a great way to spend a winter night.

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