Almost without Julius having noticed, his grandfather had come into the pavilion as well.
“I thought I should light the fire for you. It’s starting to get cold outside.” Grandfather shivered and tapped his nose lightly with his finger. “It smells like snow. It will be here soon, winter. It’s surprisingly early. But I know its smell.”
“I’m telling Julius stories about Valentina and the night garden,” said Grandmother, and Grandfather nodded.
“It’s an exciting story, I won’t disturb you then,” he said and walked on toward the pavilion’s small fireplace.
Julius saw how Grandfather quickly piled up wood and bits of paper and set a match to them. Soon, the fire was sparking and crackling.