This is an image from a fire garden in Manchester England. I love a good fire. I still remember sitting on the beach in Golden Gardens Park in Seattle on one of our last nights there. Some friends made us a beach picnic and we built a huge bonfire. One New Year's eve I was walking with my then boyfriend on another beach and we found a campfire and were invited to join in with New Years wine and fire watching as the year turned. Beach campfires are the best, you have the big water, the big fire, the sand, the quiet of the waves.

This morning I lit a fire in my backyard and burned a few things. I've been cleaning up and clearing out again and found some paper things that no longer belonged, so I tucked the paper things into the chimenea along with a few branches from the rosemary bush that didn't make it through last summer. The fire was pretty darn big and looked very dramatic and the smoke smelled pretty "herby".

It was a good fire, not a beach fire, but a good one, all the same.