On Sunday we worshiped at the Dahlem Center. It was a nice change to be out as a family, doing something we all enjoy. When we pulled up to the entrance, there was a big sign that announced that there would be a “Prairie Burning”. Ethan was immediately excited about the burning part, never mind that he did not know what a prairie was. We packed some tuna sandwiches, and ate in the car before we hiked. We really should have brought water bottles. The hike was beautiful, the kids were good (we will overlook the six-year-old fingers poking at the camera lens, and the blubbering that resulted). The burning started a little late, and we had already been out for two and a half hours. It may have been a little anticlimactic; about 20 minutes in, Ethan asked if we could leave.
As we hiked back to the car, the sun was filtering through the green leaves, and making the forest look full of the possibility of magic. The kids were tired out, and we arrived home with enough time to eat tortilla soup before the kids went to bed. I blended some coffee, and roasted a large batch with the heat gun and dog bowl. It is a wonderful blend of Columbian/Ethiopian Harrar/Zambian, and I decided that it was worth keeping a larger blended batch around. I am letting it rest for a few days, and it is smelling awful good.