Still giddy from last weekend's pottery class, yesterday I set about building a fire pit in which to fire my soon-to-be clay pots.
I picked a spot that wasn't beneath any tree branches and dug a pit about 5 feet across. While digging, I hit clay, go figure.
I laid some flat rocks in the center of the pit, to put my pots on, and lined the outside of the pit with larger stones that I gathered from throughout the yard.
I brought my compass out and placed larger stones at north, south, east, and west. Just because it seemed like the thing to do. Charlie supervised from due east.
We christened the fire pit with a small fire and a couple of marshmallows, the kids and I. I thought it would be meaningful to make some kind of offering in the first fire but what can be more meaningful than a bunch of happy, sticky, marshmallow-encrusted kids? So, a burnt marshmallow was our offering.
All in all, a nice way to spend an autumn afternoon.
I hope you're enjoying your weekend too.