Who knew that marshmellows could bring such happiness and not just a sugar high?
Jason and the kiddos built a little fire pit and finally had the perfect evening for it's maiden voyage. They made their own roasting sticks and searched for dry wood to make the fire. I am so glad that I married an Eagle Scout.
Grandma Sue is visiting from Minnesota and led us in a rousing campfire song. We burned many marshmallows and had lots of sticky fingers.
It felt like vacation, except we actually live here. Love it.
Then we devoured the stew waiting in the crock-pot, homemade bread and finished it off with rhubarb cake - recipe compliments of Great Grandma Naomi. It was a perfect fall day, complete with the satisfaction that there wasn't any snow on the ground (no offense to all the Minnesota residents who are loving the blizzard right now.....do you realize that snow could be there for the next 6 months?).
Here's to marshmallows and the smiles that happen when they are around.
That sounds really nice :) And, I too was enjoying the fact of NOT having all of that snow -- since I too was hearing about it on FB via some of my former co-workers who live up in MN.
ReplyDeleteLove that last photo.
ReplyDeleteAnd just when I was embracing our first snow fall and thinking, "this isn't so bad, I can handle winter", I read your 6 months comment. Thanks. You're the best.
:-)