Who says picnics are for summer only? Friends of ours invited Steve and I, Andy, Bethany, Liberty and Elijah to their home in the woods to experience a bonfire picnic, complete with roasted hotdogs and melted marshmallow s’mores. Yum! Yum! It doesn’t get much better than that.
Our outer garments still smell of bonfire. My gloves show tell-tale signs of gooey marshmallow and Liberty’s white mittens had a few splotches of ketchup…reminders of good times, good food, and good fellowship!
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