Marshmallow fields forever 

It finally happened. It’s true. All those whispered and hushed stories told reverently around camp fires, and late at night drum circles where bare chested men and women gather and chant the old tales of lore to the rhythmic beating of the ages….

Giant marshmallow fields as far as the eye can see. 

I was on my way north, headed home after an oddesy meant for another blog, when the field appeared. Magnificent. I pulled over and jumped out, leaving the car running, not a care for the consequences, and arms spread wide I ran towards my personal field of dreams. S’more heaven. 

A whole FIELD of enormous sugary confection. Imagine how heavenly it would smell if the grass caught fire…

Now all I need is a fence post, a match, and one of those 10 pound novelty bars of chocolate…