Fireworks

[image error]I dug the fire pit out in our yard five years ago, the week we moved into the old red cottage on our New Hampshire hilltop. 

It was sweltering hot, and no one was happy. The tiny, uninsulated upstairs bedrooms were unbearable.   We plugged fans into every available 1923 wall outlet, then crossed our fingers and prayed we wouldn't blow out the ancient wiring.  But it didn't help; the effect was more convection oven than cross breeze.  

Desperation inspired us to have our first party in our new h...