Bonfires are big in Iowa. At least in the countrified sections. The sections where tractors live, and bales of hay fill barns. Where the harvest moon really does shine like a big orange superball through the haze of dust in the air.
My eyes are burning from the smoke, my stomach is churning over the hot dog and other unhealthy items I ate. The canine vacuums are not happy with me. I didn't take them and they smell other dogs!
Tomorrow I will pay. After I sleep in.
1 comment:
Kelly,
When I lived in Oklahoma during my husband's jaunt with the Army, our church family had an awesome hayride/bonfire event each fall. This brings back wonderful memories! Nothing quite like the fellowship around a bonfire!
Happy Monday!
Kim
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