In case you’re wondering, they’re burning driftwood. Lots and lots of wood has ended up on our beach this year. And it keeps coming in.
The two big guys and the one little guy have built a fire in the stone-rimmed pit by the beach and are busy getting rid of what they can. The Funny Grandson has a squirt gun, but I’m not sure why and I’m certainly not going down there to ask.
I do know that this is the perfect way for all three of them to spend their time today. Later on there will be s’mores to cook over the coals, should any of them have the energy to come up the hill and get the ingredients.
My daughter-in-law and I are hiding up in the house. Relaxation time at last!