It's good for the soul.
Another reason it's good to be in the country.
I spent Saturday working in my yard, mainly moving dirt around. That's right, now that I'm in farm country, I've become a dirt farmer - don't take your grass for granted, tell it you love it and appreciate it everyday. One great thing I accomplished, though, was this nifty firepit (I needed extra dirt to level out where my front walk will be).
So later on, when all the dirt molecules were finally settled in to their new homes and my body was sore and tired, I grabbed my guitar and a few beers and built this gorgeous fire. There's nothing like a fire to make one feel creative, thoughtful, and introspective. Externally I may have appeared 'spaced-out' or something, but let me assure you, the blank stare and drool on my chin was because I was thinking about how much I wished I had a hot dog to roast. Ah yes, my first fire, in my new firepit, on my new land, near my nearly new house, in a new town, on a new planet . . . there's nothing better - it's good for the soul.
Want to know what I thought about for three hours? How much I wished my family were there to enjoy it with me. Later on, when Cindy did bring the kids back, they sat out there with me for about an hour, then wanted to go inside because it was cold, plus they each had a grocery bag full of candy from a church 'Halloween alternative'. I can always count on Chantze, though, he was there with me to put the fire out.
Water was our second method. Guys, you know what I'm talking about.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - it's good to be in the country.