Building the fire: first the brush, dry grass and sticks, then the logs when it gets going good.
Now posing for Mom (even Brigid, the foofoo-dog).
Uncle Steve telling a crazy Uncle Steve story...
William believing every word of it.
(No worries. I explained to him later that there really wasn't a wild albino that lives out in the tall grass and howls at the moon at night.)
Dan just getting the fire going (above).
Now it's really blazing (below), and the marshmallow roasting can begin. Like so:
(Hot there by the fire.)
(But worth the suffering)
A lovely way to end a soft Spring day.
And a lovely memory to begin the week.
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