SERENDIPITY: Backyard Fire in 80 degrees Weather

Friday, October 14, 2011

Backyard Fire in 80 degrees Weather

There was a very slight, VERY SLIGHT, difference in the air. Borderline cool. Out come the smores and the fire. We were sweating but enjoying the smores, the yummy gooey mess that they are. If you can even imagine this, Bobby and I do not even have to make one for ourselves. The kids are more than willing to cook ours up. To the point where there are so many smores made we are sick to our stomach. The plastic chairs are around the firepit. I am sure there will be plenty more evenings with bamboo sticks and marshmallows and a hot, hot fire!

1 comment:

Christy said...: Ooooh I so get this! :) I want a firepit so badly! And I look forward to my kiddos making me smores. Enjoy! :); October 15, 2011 at 4:28 PM

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