During this season I am continuously complaining about the amount of smoke that is produced by the farmers who insist on burning off all the dead grass around their rice fields. Every time I put the washing out the not-so-delicious scent of smoke seems to appear out of nowhere and forces me to put the washing back inside until it passes. However today I wasn't complaining about the smoke... because it was giving the very quiet boys something to do for quite a long time. My husband took the morning off work so he entertained them by letting them set fire to the bank after digging a bit of bamboo and cutting a bit more bamboo to use in the garden. I dropped them back this afternoon and I think they enjoyed themselves... always a bit hard to tell with quiet groups!
Another group arrives tomorrow - 5 girls for two nights. Here's hoping they have a bit more spunk than the last group... but perhaps not quite as much as the first group.... life is always a balancing act!