The weather has had so many ups and downs lately you never know what you are going to get. Beautiful one day. Pouring down rain the next. Short sleeves one afternoon then pulling out the extra blankets that same night.
But on one of the not raining and not too cold nights recently we pulled out the fire pit and made a campfire.
And proceeded with our torture....
We had marshmallows left over from Christmas - poor, little gingerbread men marshmallows.
And goodness gracious with three "boys" sitting around a campfire, those poor little men didn't have a chance.
Daisy watched in awe - or was it horror?
And their poor melted bodies turned chocolate and graham crackers into a delicious s'more.
At least they could die knowing that they served a purpose.
Did anyone else grow up listening to Psalty the singing song book? "Sitting round the campfire as it blazes.... sing His praises". Even though I can't remember all of the words I hum it every time we have a fire!
Eventually Daisy's watchfulness paid off. We were down to plain white marshmallows by then, but one got dropped and she pounced. I'm not sure she knew what to do with it once she got it! "Why do you people eat these weird things?"
Hope you are enjoying the weird weather this winter too!