It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
The sun was shining and warmth blanketed the ridge
as the girls ran back and forth between each other's homes.
"Where are the girls?" I asked my husband.
"They're up near the garden playing bonfire," replied my husband.
They were gathering sticks and twigs and placing them in the fire pit.
Soon, my granddaughter ran down to the house completely out of breath.
"Where are the matches?"
"GIRLS, get down here," said my husband,
"If you want a fire we'll make one in the pit on the courtyard.
Go get sticks!"
Soon they gathered sticks, twigs and logs,
and we had the start of a fire.
People began pulling up lawn chairs,
kids played flashlight tag but sadly,
I was out of marshmallows!
I picked some dead flower foliage from the garden wall
thinking that I'd just burn them while we had the fire going.
Granddaughter, Taylor, took advantage of the situation,
her impression of a zombie bride!
The next morning, this was all that was left.
A solitary log.
Here is a photo of the dressing table we refinished for her.
I still have to make the dresser scarf and a cushion for her chair.
The dresser is also in place and she's pretty excited about her new arrangement.
Now we've got to figure out what to do with her little girl stuff,
which is up to her mother, but it will be leaving my place!
Linking to Country Garden Showcase