A few weeks ago, when we finished the path, we busted out our new but rusted fire pit for it's very first fire. My aunt and uncle gave this to us but we'd always been worried about scorching the deck or grass if we used it. Now that we have some stone we are free to burn ("Free to run, I am free to run...")!
Noah and Evie wanted to take some photos. They were all terrible except for a few...
This was the best photobomb I could come up with. Evie's face is better. And Terry is crazy like normal.
It's just lovely when the kids run off and leave us in peace. Wait, they were still there. Darn illusionary peace.
Contemplating life and death.