Fans, BBQ, dirt and dams

All BBQ joints should be garish

Today I went up north and had BBQ. The day was especially perfect. While friends were tending to some house details, I got to entertain the little one outside in the dirt, stacking clumps of hardened earth and drawing in the loose dried topsoil with a stick.

For a moment, I remembered the creek behind the house growing up. The dams me and my brothers would make.

Nature makes the best toys.