Campfire In Florida

It was almost 8 pm, and I had yet to take a picture for today's post. So although it was a quite chilly, I headed outside for inspiration. I wasn't 10 steps into my walk, when I got a whiff of the unmistakable aroma of a campfire. Gee, that made me homesick for my own fire pit at the lake. Anyway, I followed my nose, and several hundred yards up the street in the first driveway of our neighborhood I found it. I couldn't help myself. I walked right up to the iron fire pit and rubbed my hands above the flames. I met Greg, the owner of the condo, his friend Jamison, and Greg's mother, Vicki, from St Louis. They were having a cookout while waiting for the men's basketball game between number 14 seed FGCU and number 3 seed FSU to begin. They would be watching it inside the coolest man cave ever -- Greg's garage!

#thursday #afternoon #march