Suitably clothed and shod, I am looking forward to setting around the fire on the deck with a great book. I admit to cheating in that I have a windbreak on the north, south, and east. These smokes have their own magic probably owing to a cheerful fire. Sure my favorite time is now, in the fall. This weekend I over indulged in my pipes and enjoyed every minute of it. Clear clean air abounding in sunshine with just the hint of crispness in the afternoon air. Birds and other wildlife scurrying about preparing for the cold to come. Boles of "Tom's Blend" from my B&M were sent up out of Poul Winslow estates accompanied by many cups of hot coffee.
Come to think of it, I think for me personally a pipe actually tastes even better in the cold.