Yesterday Drew and I took down our camping shelter gazebo awning thing. Is there a name for that? Mostly it is white netting designed to keep out the bugs but with green canvas - or plastic or whatever that material is - overhead for shade. The boys set it up to make sure it was all there because this weekend, for the holiday, for the first time in at least a decade and probably more like 2 decades, I am going camping! And I would like to set this up over the table.
We shall see how it goes. I am looking forward to some outdoors relaxation and a bit of getting away. I admit I am not a fanatic and I am not into making things hard on myself. Neither am I insisting on all the comforts of home. This cannot turn into so much effort that it defeats the purpose of taking a break either. I'll take it as it comes. But the idea of sleeping in a tent and hearing the sounds of (hopefully) nature (and not snoring from the campsite next door or the slamming of the bathroom door all day) has a certain appeal and recalls the camping days of my childhood.
I giggled this morning when I saw the patch of taller grass left behind by our shelter. They just mowed around it. But what made it seem like the lazy days of summer already, in addition to the warmth of the early morning hour and the bright sunny skies, were the tufts of white fluff floating gently down from the cottonwood tree. I am a bit surprised because the hanging pods are all green and small and have not yet opened. So I guess the open pods must be at the top of the tree where I can't see them.
Still, it gives a sort of romantic softening to the daily grind of life to see those white blobs floating about carelessly on the light breeze, getting into all sorts of nooks and crannies with no regard for the rules. Sugar is not quite sure what to make of them. She runs through the grass, stirring them all up, then sneezes as they tickle her nose. Ah, summer. And it isn't even officially summer yet!
We shall see how it goes. I am looking forward to some outdoors relaxation and a bit of getting away. I admit I am not a fanatic and I am not into making things hard on myself. Neither am I insisting on all the comforts of home. This cannot turn into so much effort that it defeats the purpose of taking a break either. I'll take it as it comes. But the idea of sleeping in a tent and hearing the sounds of (hopefully) nature (and not snoring from the campsite next door or the slamming of the bathroom door all day) has a certain appeal and recalls the camping days of my childhood.
I giggled this morning when I saw the patch of taller grass left behind by our shelter. They just mowed around it. But what made it seem like the lazy days of summer already, in addition to the warmth of the early morning hour and the bright sunny skies, were the tufts of white fluff floating gently down from the cottonwood tree. I am a bit surprised because the hanging pods are all green and small and have not yet opened. So I guess the open pods must be at the top of the tree where I can't see them.
Still, it gives a sort of romantic softening to the daily grind of life to see those white blobs floating about carelessly on the light breeze, getting into all sorts of nooks and crannies with no regard for the rules. Sugar is not quite sure what to make of them. She runs through the grass, stirring them all up, then sneezes as they tickle her nose. Ah, summer. And it isn't even officially summer yet!
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