The Fire Pit
The fire pit. I'm not sure if another country relishes, admires, respects, loves, and USES fire pits as much as South Australians do.
I am sure they do. They MUST. Fire pits draw people in. Besides the alcohol warming you on cold and blistery evenings filled with lively conversation and anticipation of the fun ahead, the fire pit is a welcoming and alluring sight.
As hard as we continue to work on The Maxwell House we yearn to see the great mates we have not seen for quite some time. We've been fortunate enough to meet some NEW friends and neighbours, too, which has been a huge plus for this return trip.
With new mates come new gatherings and groovy 'READY TO GO' fire pits. A fire pit can be anything really, i.e. a collection of huge, old stones or rocks bordering a circle or smaller stones stacked on top of one another. It's okay - whatever you choose! Since there are super strict fire bans in Australia you have to be on alert to know when or if you can strike up that fire pit for the first back yard bash.
FIRE SEASON is OVER. FIRE PITS are IN. 'YAY!'
Now, of course, I want the Maxwell House to have one badly. It just wouldn't be an intimate gathering without standing by the brilliant warmth of the pit.
As Tinto continues to say, 'WE WILL GET THERE.' We just have to find the perfect spot; far enough from the house so sparks can dance and fly and if secrets are being shared they will be safe at a distance from our abode.
Fires free us. Fires entice the young ones to plead for marshmallows. Cold toes thaw out. Hands are able to clap again. And, according to my husband's antics...fire pits invite one to DANCE. Fire. Pit. Dancing. Don't miss it. There'll be some when we initiate The Maxwell House Fire Pit. Tinto WILL win the award. He'll be wearing my pancho, too, with his hands flying out away from his sides like a bird honoring the Fire Spirit. You just wait ~ and remember ~ 'I told you so.'
The weather is turning brisk and it is damp filled with sloppy rain (hugely needed) and much too windy for any sane creature to endure.
The Fire Pit Cometh.
In the meantime - enjoy the small and the large of it: Fire Pits, that is:
See? Stories are told much better BY FIRE PITS. Lots of smiles and laughter.
I am sure they do. They MUST. Fire pits draw people in. Besides the alcohol warming you on cold and blistery evenings filled with lively conversation and anticipation of the fun ahead, the fire pit is a welcoming and alluring sight.
As hard as we continue to work on The Maxwell House we yearn to see the great mates we have not seen for quite some time. We've been fortunate enough to meet some NEW friends and neighbours, too, which has been a huge plus for this return trip.
With new mates come new gatherings and groovy 'READY TO GO' fire pits. A fire pit can be anything really, i.e. a collection of huge, old stones or rocks bordering a circle or smaller stones stacked on top of one another. It's okay - whatever you choose! Since there are super strict fire bans in Australia you have to be on alert to know when or if you can strike up that fire pit for the first back yard bash.
FIRE SEASON is OVER. FIRE PITS are IN. 'YAY!'
Now, of course, I want the Maxwell House to have one badly. It just wouldn't be an intimate gathering without standing by the brilliant warmth of the pit.
As Tinto continues to say, 'WE WILL GET THERE.' We just have to find the perfect spot; far enough from the house so sparks can dance and fly and if secrets are being shared they will be safe at a distance from our abode.
Fires free us. Fires entice the young ones to plead for marshmallows. Cold toes thaw out. Hands are able to clap again. And, according to my husband's antics...fire pits invite one to DANCE. Fire. Pit. Dancing. Don't miss it. There'll be some when we initiate The Maxwell House Fire Pit. Tinto WILL win the award. He'll be wearing my pancho, too, with his hands flying out away from his sides like a bird honoring the Fire Spirit. You just wait ~ and remember ~ 'I told you so.'
The weather is turning brisk and it is damp filled with sloppy rain (hugely needed) and much too windy for any sane creature to endure.
The Fire Pit Cometh.
In the meantime - enjoy the small and the large of it: Fire Pits, that is:
And...WHAT goes better than a PU-DC for a fire pit night?
Have NOT baked for years - made two of these 2 days IN A ROW!
Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh!
Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh!
BEFORE THE SHOOTERS.
GOOD TIMES - GREAT MATES.
Warming up for some WARM FUN~!!!
Reaching UP to the stars...
Enter at your own risk and WATCH that WOMAN
WITH HER TRAY OF SHOOTERS!!!
YIKES! Go...slowly...the fire is the BEST WAY to warm your
body. No one thought that this particular night!
Someone got to the DESTINATION...
before ME. Hmmmmmmmmm...
Someone also lived to regret this.
Yes, I LOVE my wild, PANCHO WEARING Tinto!
Diggin' in ~ Cheers, Beautiful Friend!
I'm so happy to be in the fold of our friends
in Kapunda with A FIRE PIT!
Yes, RIGHTIO...dancin' keeps you warm, too.
SMILES HELP, TOO.
Lord, I can't even begin to explain...
Cheers and THANKS FOR A TOP NIGHT.
Round #2 for PU-DC and this time I had measuring cups and measuring spoons.
First cake I had NONE and used ONLY WHAT I THOUGHT LOOKED APPROPRIATE.
First one was better, too.
Tinto is telling me I'm learning how to be a 'bush cook'. IF I have it...toss it in...swirl it around - bake it a bit and SEE what occurs...! Heeeeeeee!
These photos do NOT do this FIRE PIT justice in Bethany!
Pit BLEW ME AWAY...
Pit BLEW ME AWAY...
When we first arrived...flames were TALLER THAN MY HEAD.
The heat was terrific and we were all covered in ash!
GREAT FIRE PIT!
Here come the marshmallows ~ EACH AND EVERY PINK MARSHMALLOW
GOT LEFT BEHIND; ONLY THE WHITE ONES DISAPPEARED.
Beautiful, serene, and inviting.
I love the Barossa Valley.
I love our mates more.
Cheers! TA! One more day off on Monday
due to the Queen's Birthday.
HOW GOOD IS THAT!
Hope Her Majesty enjoyed a good, strong G&T
in order to celebrate her longevity and her wisdom and
her beautiful and interesting family!
Signing Off:
Blanco & Tinto
Slowly, but surely getting
back into the fold of our outstanding country region.
The Roaming Stevens,
dedicated to hard work and much deserved FUN.
PS: Please excuse all typos.
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