Feeling fiery

This is a close up of our wood fire. Men are supposed to be the ones to tend the fire. Perhaps that's because they're also alleged to be the ones who turn the thermostat down whenever possible. So far we have only lit the fire four times this autumn. I am not the god of hell fire, but I am getting better at lighting them. Even so the dog runs and hides.

It's been a wet day, though the rain was not continuous. It's been fairly heavy. I managed to keep dry by working in the greenhouse, where I've now finished the staging.

Mrs G was kitted out in her rain gear and planted some bulbs and a few shrubs. Now, I am sitting by the fire with the lovely smell of homemade pizza competing with the wood fire!