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Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Please sirs...we want s'more!
















Learn how to make s'mores here
Team Pyro logo borrowed from here

Can you hear that? That is the sound of water poured on a campfire. The sound of steam rising from a watery grave. It is a sad sound because it means that the marshmallows and chocolate bars are either gone, or tucked back into the cooler. It means the laughing and joking and storytelling are through for the night. It means it is time to hit the sack. Everyone is yawning and scratching and headed for their tents. The evening has been delightful, but it is over. Day is done, gone the sun...zzzzzzzz......

That is what it feels like at the eclipsed Pyromaniacs blog. Crickets are cricking, coyotes are howling, owls are hooting, mosquitoes are biting...

Sure, the bug spray-covered stragglers can hang out and watch the stars and chat a bit in whispered tones, but it is cold in this dark and somewhat scary place. The night will be long. Hopefully we will be able to rest well as visions of November dance through our heads.

1 comment:

emmaus said...

Hi friend, Or should I call you Beatrix.

I might just call you Bee or Trixie

Beatrix Potter was a charming woman, an artist and a writer.
Charming and lively. Busy Bee!