This post was in my draft folder,
forgotten along with hot summer days.
A camping trip last summer,
a forgotten post of a much loved trip
It is crisp in my memory...
The smell of bacon and pancakes, and the song of hungry, waiting blue jays.
Sweet morning faces, puffy eyed, froggy voiced.
Fishing with pancake scraps,
trying a thousand times,
to finally catch one little fish,
then let him go.
and the perfect walking stick.
Of course not!
It's pretty amazing what a teenager will do if you unplug them.
If you have ever asked yourself "Can a 5 year old splash too much?"
The answer is a certified no.
Sweet, baby feet, and chubby fingers.
When you are two, pine needles are "shishies" you can actually catch.
And even sweeter memories.
But the best memories have no pictures to go with them.
They were ones out under the stars,
in the quiet and still;
The children content, safe and asleep,
the moon shining off the lake,
the stars outlining the black pine trees,
and me resting in my sweetie's arms.