There are always those tell tale signs of summer. Windows are thrown open to let fresh breezes waft in, the whirring buzz of lawnmowers can be heard at almost every hour, and the sound of children laughing mixes with the excited barks of neighborhood dogs and the melodies of chirping birds.
Last night, we experienced the tell tale sign of summer at our household; the lighting of the fire pit and tikki torches.
Marshmallows were brought out on a tray next to perfectly squared graham crackers and Hershey's chocolate. Long metal sticks protected us as the marshmallows slowly turned to golden brown (and then burned on more then one occasion).
I, unfortunately, am not the best at marshmallow roasting. I completely burned two, sliding them off into the fire in defeat, before completing one worthy of being s'mored.
The two charred marshmallows were soon accompanied by two more and my marshmallow roasting stick was retired.
Despite the lack of more delectable s'mores, I sat back and watched the fire crackle and dance in the summer night sky.
it is now officially summertime.