This is what it's all about. At 10 pm the kids are outside, whizzing around the rink in the dark, noses running, cheeks glowing, hair flying, voices shrieking and laughing. A backyard rink is indeed a magical thing.
It's Fiona's birthday, an auspicious day to inaugurate our night-skating tradition. Hot chocolate and story-time await.
Chuck has finished the rink rake. Tomorrow morning I'll try it out!