I love the scent of camp fires and bonfires, especially in autumn. The smell of wood smoke holds a lot of memories for me. I remember sitting around a camp fire roasting hot dogs and marshmallows with my cousins. Spending weekends with friends as we cooked meals over the fire. Playing with sparklers at the beach around a bonfire. Or chatting long into the night, watching as the fire burned down to the coals. Its amazing the memories that a little wood smoke can evoke.
Ho! for the leaves that eddy down, Crumpled yellow and withered brown, Hither and yonder and up the street And trampled under the passing feet; Swirling, billowing, drifting by, With a whisper soft and a rustling sigh, Starting aloft to windy ways, Telling the coming of bonfire days.
-Grace Strickler Dawson