Heather's long braid hangs down her back while loosened whisps fly around her face. She brushes them away with her arm, careful not to use her muddy hands. I like the splash of mud on her nose and the smile of endeavor on her face.
Sianna and Heather have been in creating mode. The rains have begun and the garden soil is soft and appealing. Dark mud-clay looks rich like chocolate cake and makes a great beginning pottery class. The ladies have been shaping pots and candle holders and leaving them in the (not as frequent) sunshine to dry.
The outdoor sink is splattered from their clean-up and they are on to new things now.
"Can we make a fire?" they ask with bright and hopeful eyes.
"Where?" I wonder in a suitably motherish way.
Satisfied that all is within reasonable (if vague) safety confines, I agree and off they go.
They proudly got their campfire going after many matches flamed out. Byron came home and offered a wee bit of coaching, which did help :-) They sauted carrots over the blaze and I promised to add their campfire veggies to our soup.
Mud and fire and girls with long braids... It's all so lovely!