Monday, April 4, 2011
Here's what I love about country living:
Last night we cleaned up some brush--a tree top fell in our yard a few weeks ago--and we decided to go ahead a burn it. Of course, no one told me that we were going to be burning a brush pile so I didn't get marshmallows and weenies in the store...I was disappointed but the burning must go on. Even if we can't have smores (my favoritest junk food in the world).
He just had to burn that stick. My kids are such fire bugs.
And now pictures of fire because me likes the fire.
I think I've figured out where my kiddos get their fire bug gene...It must be their dad.