The past 10 days was the most perfect weather.
I wanted to take advantage of working outside before
the heat and humidity struck again.
OK. What to do with this pile of bricks?
The old man who lived here before us has
them buried all over the yard. Bricks and
rocks, even a gravestone!
I noticed that the kids never went inside
their tree house. "It's too dirty, Mommy!"
Mary said, "There's no floor."
Two-by-two I laid the bricks.
(It was all I could hold at once).
And took many trips to the pile.
By the time I was done lining the tree house,
I was tripping over my own feet with
exhaustion. (I had been working on the yard
for a few hours already) so time to recruit
more help. Poor Ted had just gotten home from
work, but jumped right in.
And in no time, the pile was gone!
There were just enough bricks to make
a floor. We piled the broken ones behind
the tree house until we can figure out
what to do with them.
With work out of the way, the kids
could now enjoy some S'mores by the fire.
Piling bricks sure makes you work
up an appetite, huh Nic?
And we burned more wood,
roasted marshmallows, and
drank some wine clear into
THAT was a good night!