Behold the spiffy fireplace which will keep me warm this winter. [Sadly, Sean Connery, Antonio Banderas, and Alan Rickman all seem to have prior commitments.]
The weather has warmed up again, so I am not likely to need the fireplace for a bit longer, but it is ready. I do believe that I will pick up the makings for s’mores the next time I go grocery shopping, as well as the rest of the ingredients I need to make a recipe I found in Southern Living for a rocky road cake baked in the crockpot. I think that would be an excellent, and easy, contribution to our next singles potluck. I will need to test-drive the recipe first.
I know I’ve mentioned the art installation at the fire station which I pass on my way to church. I don’t know how many times I drove by before I noticed it.
Here is a close-up. I was standing maybe two yards away.
And here is the plaque. Click to embiggen.
The tower has one word on each window: Duty
We do not pay them anywhere near what they are worth. We couldn’t; they are priceless.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!