Fire pit. We want one. We have a burn pit made of brick in the upper back yard 'cuz we need to burn off so much brush and felled limbs all the time, but we've been under an 'exceptional' drought (one category above 'extreme') for so long, most days it's illegal to do any burning. It's a tinderbox down here. Weeks since so much as a drop has fallen, and there's no end in sight. Last week, we caught a perfect storm of the north GA/NC widlfire smoke, along with the smoke coming from the controlled burns at Fort Benning. The air had this acrid, sour smell, and visibility was below one mile in some areas. I came home for lunch and had to close all the windows (much to the Rat Pack's dismay) because the odor of wet, stale smoke was permeating everything. And the last thing we need to smell is the aftermath of a house fire. If God lets me live three hundred years, I'll never get that smell out of my nose. Or the visions out of my mind.
Oh, yeah! The house fire smell. It’s like (but WAY different) the Katrina smell (moldy-like) everything here had after that monster storm.
Our little “fire bowl” is just one of those cheapo wok-like things with a frame, about a yard diameter. It’s nice, and we bought a pile of firewood from our neighbor who cuts and sells it.