KE found a leaf pile.
And we found a forge. The blacksmith was making a tool for cutting shingles, I think. It was a slightly curved blade with a wooden handle at each end.
The blacksmith seemed so comfortable with his role. Usually you don’t see this kind of competent contentment in someone so young.
When it was time to go, KE decided to stay and watch.
“There’s fire in here, Mom.”
Look at those flames.