The bonfire pit has received quite the work out, lately.

These beautiful, yet unseasonably cool days preface delightfully chilly evenings…evenings perfect for the soft, smoky glow of a bonfire.

Friends gather, grill smokes, marshmallows are roasted, memories are made…

Wednesday evening was just such a night.  Entertaining our favorite FSSP seminarian (much beloved by the children…he  responded with such good nature to the constant chorus of “Michael, watch me…Michael, look at this!”), a few friends (young and old) and, eventually, our very favorite priest…Fr. Lutz.

While the ladies were considerably outnumbered by the gentleman, it was great listening to spirited discussions on matters of faith…for a time…

Lured by the siren song of the crackling flames, Krislynne and I pulled our chairs close and closer…and had spirited discussion of a slightly more feminine sort.  And roasted quite a few marshmallows, as well.

Ah, summer nights…

As the fireflies flitted by, and the stars winked and smiled upon us, I once again had to thank our good God for placing us in the midst of such a lovely community of faith.  My parish friends are my best friends…how many years I longed to be able to say that!

Here’s to many, many more lovely evenings…

Blessings,