One evening about twilight our family of four and our two guests gathered around a fire in a corner of our garden to roast marshmellows.
Khalid Miller
Khalid, the great grandson, broached the idea. He got consent from the elders, dug the pit, gathered the wood, lit the fire, nurtured it, and joined the family in the roasting process.
Eldon, my son-in-law and Khalid’s grandfather was the coach. Rachel, my daughter and Khalid’s grandmother enjoys a roasted marshmellow blended with chocolate. The Old Fool thinks it called a smore. He took the pictures.
Our guests, Mike and Celia Askwith, from the UnitedKingdom enjoyed the adventure.
