Everyone’s a storyteller
The siren song of cooler nights and campfires sounds sweetest in these long, hot months of Arizona summer. Our thoughts are already leaning toward fall, and any excuse to find cooler weather is a good one.
A few weeks ago, Glen and his brother took a road trip up to Jackson, Wyoming, to fish and hike and camp. I was happy to see them go and spend that time together, but I was envious of what you can see in the photo above: their campfire and that view of the Tetons.
The way we gather around a campfire is different from any other way we arrange ourselves in groups. The uneven seating. The way we stretch to warm our hands or to roast marshmallows. The smell of woodsmoke, the crackle of fire. The things we feel free to say, layered between the day’s hiking or fishing stories.
A campfire makes it easier to speak of lonesome things, to tell the stories that might never surface in another place. The space contained within the fire’s glow is, to me, where comfort lives. A room without walls in the middle of wide open space. The stars seem to lean down low to listen in as the words lift away from us, to become ash and spark and, finally, embers.
They keep us warm through the night, and (often enough) for much, much longer.
We’re working on some new, lovely products for you. Look for kitchen towels soon, decorated with favorite quotes in calligraphy. Can’t wait for you to see them. In the meantime, take a look around our shop. I know some of you are already working on your Christmas shopping!