Sunday, February 19, 2017
This weekend we decided that we were going to have a little fun at the end of our working-our-tails-off marathon. We'd been cleaning up the yard while simultaneously digging trenches and managing a burnoff bonfire, and we thought well gosh, what if we had some friends over and threw some potatoes in those ashes?
And so we did, and we had a few beers, and we roasted hot dogs and marshmallows and got to hear the birds find their roosts for the night and the frogs come out to sing, all underneath a few early stars. Who cares if we were sunburned (some of us) or filthy (all of us)? It was just what we needed.