The fireplace is near the back of our property. Eventually, we will landscape around it, but, like my dad said the other night, he likes that it has a Lamppost in Narnia appeal as is.
And . . . Ta Da!
See that tiny pile of rocks in the background? That is all that is left of our huge pile! Hard to believe how many rocks went into this thing. From ground to capstone, it is over eight feet tall.
Grasses, berries and leaves from our meadow. Big stump seat from Joette's backyard. Squash from my parent's garden.
The pumpkins from Safeway.
As you can see, it is only generally square. I didn't want it to look like masonry and I didn't cut any of the stones. It has a pioneer quality about it, doesn't it?
I am not in love with the capstone, but with this much forest around us, it is a safety precaution worth looking a little off for. It was obvious during our first fire that it nearly eliminated embers from escaping the chimney.
There you have it. Took long enough, huh?