When my niece Rose arrived in Boston, she asked if we could have a fire. This evening, after the sun set, we enjoyed watching her roast marshmallows for S’mores, which she was happy to make for everyone. Rose has her first vocal competition tomorrow, and turned in early so she could be well-rested for her performance. Jeanine and I lingered by the fire pit until only glowing embers remained. We could hear what sounded like a rather large animal rustling through the leaves near our house. I believe it was a deer. Jeanine postulated that it might be the black bear that visited our neighborhood recently. In all likelihood it was a squirrel.