Here it is October 10th at 1pm and I'm sitting outside in shorts, happy to find a spot of shade. I've got a glass of icy lemon water beside me, and the satellite 70s music channel is playing. Life is good.
We moved sites this morning, just across the camp road, to our preferred site for the spring and fall. It gets full, blazing sun from morning to evening. It also has a lovely view of the water - I'm looking at the fall colours reflected. Serene.
We were lazy with our homemaking this trip and didn't set up the fence – I’m already sick of moving the dogs around to follow the shade so I just put them inside. The fence does make things much easier...
The chorus of John Denver's song comes to mind:
Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely
Sunshine almost always makes me high
later in the day
I just read my email to find out that we could have had visitors today – that would have made a perfect day, even more perfect (can I say perfecter?).
Last night we had an invite to Burt and Susan's campfire. So after a supper of crab ravioli with a homemade tomato/red pepper sauce, and a side salad of arugula and pear with a Dijon maple dressing, we walked next door.
The fire was beautiful, and we had a congenial evening. The down side? Every little bit of me smelled like campfire… which even woke me up in the middle of the night – washing my hair at 2am seemed like it would be a good idea (I didn’t). It was as bad as the olden days when people smoked everywhere.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ~ Henry James