This evening, we dragged out the portable fire pit and started a S’mores appropriate sized blaze in the backyard.  As I tended to the fire and dragged deck chairs to the pit’s edge, the others gathered up S’mores supplies.  We were a tad short on marshmallows, but we would get by.  S’mores would be enjoyed by all.

Soon however the characteristics of the marshmallows were called into question.  They all tasted fine, but the flavors were somewhat odd.  No plains.  Just mild fruit flavors.  Also, they were large and somewhat flat.  Sort of oval egg shaped.  Then the colors, all pastel.  Glancing at the bag, our suspicions were confirmed.  These were Easter themed marshmallows.  Maybe not how they were intended to be used, but effective nonetheless for Fourth of July campfire S’mores.

Easter marshmallows in the midst of summer.  A strange, but fitting way to celebrate the continuation of summertime happiness.  A resurrection of joy.  A rebirth of the fire pit.  A reminder from spring that there will be many more days of summer to come.