Ring of Fire

A few weeks back, we set to work on spicing up the backyard a bit.  It's still a work in progress, but we are enjoying our ring of fire, constructed with $10 worth of rocks we dug out of a huge rock pile.  Never understimate the weight of a rock.  More than one of them was a challenge.

 When we first got the fire going, it dawned on me that we may have watched too many episodes of Fireman Sam. 

 The above picture is Noah hiding behind a chair.  No matter how much we tried to convince him it was a contained fire, he was not convinced.

Until we broke out the Jet-Puffed Marshmellows.  He decided Marshmellows were worth the risk of bursting into flames.

 Gabe had fun roasting marshmellows as well,

 but by the end of the affair, he was just happy to eat them unroasted.

 Noah eventually warmed up to the experience (get it?) and has asked to get a tent out there.  I think he and Daddy will have a very nice time out there.  Mommy will probably sleep that one out.

It was such a great night--the weather wasn't freezing but cool enough for a fire, the crickets were singing away, the stars were shining bright, and we were together in nature. A few steps away from indoors.  We were able to talk about God and His creation with the boys, which was delightful.  Memories, memories!

(Disclaimer:  We plan to put some logs out for chairs.  The metal folding chairs, while functional, don't have the oasis factor going.)