To Build a Fire

One of the pleasures of my life is to build a fire. The most badass of all for me is a good bonfire. I appreciate the brush that is layered up over a year or two to create a pile much taller than I. One day I will be able to create my own bonfire and will invite family and friends to gather near or far depending on height and size!

I have such fond memories as a young girl going to my parents’ friends house for an outdoor tobogganing party and there was wood piled so high that I can remember having to stand back several feet because the blaze was so hot and bright.  I loved climbing to the top of the hill with toboggan rope in hand looking down to see the folks gathered around the huge orange blaze.

I remember another time I had invited a few friends to go camping on the May long weekend quite a few years back. I wanted to get up there early Thursday night to set up camp before others arrived Friday evening. With the previous experience I had building fires, I knew that once I was dropped off to fend for myself and Zeke (my beloved parent’s dog that I blogged about previously), getting one started was a necessity. I remember lighting the fire with one match and one piece of paper. I was so proud!

When I met my husband we spent many occasions hiking back to the waterfall on his parent’s farm to build a fire in the cedar forest. We would sit out there for hours during spring/summer/fall/winter enjoying the flame and listening to the trickle of water under the fall. When we moved into the hunting camp, I spent the whole winter splitting wood, heating the cabin and enjoying its warmth.

When I turned 30 in the Yukon, I knew that I had to start the new decade in my life with the blaze of a fire. Since then it has become tradition to get me out in March and build a bed of coals.

I find it fascinating that each type of wood burns differently whether it’s hotter in temperature, longer in burn time, or colour of the blaze. I am lucky to live in the Canadian shield which gives me both hard and soft wood. I understand the importance to let the fire breathe and often take the responsibility of stirring and adding wood. I love the job of tending to it.

I find so much joy tinkering around the embers of a fire.



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