a sunset bonfire was lit.
folk songs were sung. roger miller, john denver, and in spite of my mom’s pleading, the very unfortunate man. country roads, take me home gets me in the ganechtagazoink every time.
cries of “expelliarmus!” and “stupefy!” could be heard as quinn directed his aunt and uncle and cousins in a rousing game of harry potter wizard dueling. at one point he assigned his aunt to be his patronus- in the form of a bunny rabbit. she graciously obliged, and chased him around the yard, bunny hopping all the way. giggling ensued.
s’mores were consumed. a good time was had by all.