A boy with a shovel and a dream.
He wanted to build a hobbit house. He and his pals have been very industrious. There is now a fort, some semblance of hobbit house with a round green sled for a door, and a full (albeit very shallow) army trench dug into our yard. Thankfully, not right in the front! I am infinitely grateful that they are not playing video games, and I'm willing to have full-scale boy construction to get that. What could be better on a warm autumn day? The leaves are falling, oatmeal cookies are cooling on the countertop.
And the boys have shovels.