My favorite kind of day. . .working in the yard, smelling the campfire smoke. There's something soothing about an outdoor fire. When I need a rest from the yard work, it's an inviting spot to retreat to for a little while and gaze at the flames and coals. It's as mesmerizing as a kaleidoscope; always changing, never the same.
Michael came and helped out with some chores and John weed-whacked the grass on the bank around the root cellar. Michael is spending the night. He and I ate dinner outside at the umbrella table. The dinner conversation was fascinating, although now I can't recall what it was about. I grilled on the new hibachi and I think I'm going to like it. I was always a little afraid of the gas grill.
Tomorrow, I hope I can finish arranging and decorating the porch in readiness for summer living. We'll see what tomorrow brings.
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