Monday Night Around the Campfire

James and I are lucky enough to be close neighbors with our good friends. I think we all grow up hoping that we have friends for neighbors and vice-versa. It creates a real sense of community as we participate in each other's day-to-day lives.

Last summer James and our neighbor Steve decided on a whim to build a fire pit. They searched out the perfect specimens of river rock, brought them home, and then dug out chunks of the yard as their wives watched in terror. "Not the lawn!" we shrieked as chunks of sod came flying up. We may have had to go to my house to spend some time in the air conditioning and recuperate, a modern girl's version of the Victorian style fanning oneself to avoid passing out.

Eventually we came back after the boys had laid the stones. After the kids were put to bed we lit a fire and sat around it, joking and laughing for much of the night. It's still a big hit, and James and Steve were eager to hop on the home bonfire bandwagon again.

Did I ever mention that my husband is an honest-to-goodness Eagle Scout? He can both perform first aid and start a campfire. It may have been one of the (many) reasons I married him. 

It was so cold and because one of the logs was a little more wet than it should have been, we had lots of sparks. 

The kids joined us for a short while until bedtime. Then it was nothing but us old grownups sitting around the fire in the crisp spring air. Perfect Monday night if you ask me. :)