an evening of smores

We've had cool breezy evenings lately, it's enough cold to wear a light sweater. On Sunday we roasted marshmellows and made smores out by the small lake on campus with our friends. I call it a pond but David calls it a lake. To me it isn't big enough to be called a lake, but maybe it's too big to be called a pond. It's a spot where the grown ups can take in the beautiful view of the lake (pond) and talk while the kids can run around, throw sticks in the lake, and eat yummy smores.

Fancy Shmancy Smores!