Little volcanoes started erupting on my porch this morning. Not big ones. Just a little lava, easy to step around, kind of bright and beautiful. The geologists I know are explaining to me why it's impossible, and of course I can't really disagree, and yet there they are. They're the size of the baking soda and vinegar volcanoes from your average sitcom Middle School Science Fair, but they're spewing lava, I didn't make them, and, well, mostly they're spewing lava. Little molehills of deck wood, bright orange molten granite.
I kinda got a tan out there! I think I like this, as long as they're in the right places.