(She had already eaten all the mushrooms and sweet potatoes. There was creme brulee for dessert.)

I hired some Quebecois to do yard work.

After doing a bit of digging, they set a whole bunch of stuff on fire,

then they stood around to watch it burn.

Iris really took to one of them.

He taught her how to judge a good stick.

But aside from a few more sticks, our yard is a bog.

There is really very little to burn.

Iris, Joshua and Ben hang out on the boardwalk.

They run up and down and up and down and up and down.

Iris makes sure Joshua’s hood stays out of his face as he peers through the cracks with Ben.

Iris: “Eew! Joshua lost his boot!”

Iris: “I’ll get it back to him.”

Ben: “Don’t ask me to help.”

Joshua: “How did all this water get in my boot?”

Sometimes friends are very different people.