Not sure why I got a kick out of this. But I finally got my leaves to burn. There is something very primal about staring into the flames of a fire, burning stuff, and tending to a fire. I always think of it as a pre-historic television… you sit around the thing to keep warm and the stories start to come out of you.
I was also glad to see this primal fascination alive and well in Paul. Let’s just hope he doesn’t express this fascination in the house.
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