Look at this child. Is she not perfect? What a cuddlebunny! On Saturday night Gramma and I were invited out to Sproule Farm for a farewell BBQ in honour of Luke Marsh, the young Australian guy who has been living at Rachel's house for the last 10 months. He went home this afternoon, back to Calbarra Beach, AU, to his family and friends.
We went on a walk to the fields near a local golf course after dinner to see how many stray golf balls we could find. The grand total was 31, better than anyone has done in a while, though we cheated a bit because one of the Sproule cousins, a 15 year old named Andrew, slid under the fence surrounding the course and picked balls right off the fairway. Pictured above is the view of the prairie sunset as we were walking back to the farm to roast marshmallows. Pretty stupendous.
These are the two horses that live at Sproule Farm. Neither one of them actually belong to the Sproules; instead, a woman named Sue pays to keep them there. Most of the time the horses do as they please, only going into the barn when they want to and eating all the grass they want. While they aren't friendly, the brown one, Roux (pronounced Roo), came over for a nuzzle and a pet when I called to him.
This is my fantastically perfect first marshmallow. It was delicious. I do love a campfire, and this one definitely impressed.
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Laur
1 comment:
hahaha that really IS a perfect marshmallow - slight black areas, just toasted exactly prior to it becoming totally cancerous
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