Letter From Camp...

Well, the weather has been just delightful, but the mosquitoes have been something awful!  We do a check in the house each night before bed, killing every little monster that might snack on us all night.  If we dope up real good (deet), we can sit and read on the porch...and Oh the birds that come to mom's feeder while we read there!

Coco got a 1940's book on birds this week, and has been cheerfully calling the light and airy calls of the chickadee and yellow finch as they perch and eat..."Ba-beeee  Ba-beeee" she gently coos.  Sometimes at night one can not even imagine what animal is making which sound out in the darkness of the pines.  We pass giant badger holes on out hikes through the fern laden paths of the woods.  A giant barred owl welcomed us home one day, perched high on a plantation pine lining the path.

The mighty Lake Huron is as warm as bath water, and it takes Joe, Mom, and I each taking shifts to fill the little one's need to swim.  But, hey, that's what vacation is about, right?

Mom has a steady stream of amazing food on the table, and last night we walked through the woods to dine with our neighbors, Auntie Chiara and Uncle Peter.  Venison steaks, greens, beets, polenta....with a smooth red wine to compliment the feast.  

One more day in the bliss of having no schedule and no responsibilities....just reading, having a few extra cups of coffee, hiking, swimming, eating...etc, etc.  

filled with gratitude,

xoxo, e.

Have a Little Faith, Honey.

While driving home on a sultry summer night last week, just outside of town, we spotted something.  Something sitting out for the trash...something wonderful.  I pulled into the driveway of the little farmhouse, and waved on the folks behind us who were also going to stop.

A perfect glider.  What in the hell?

I made Joe knock on the door because I thought "there is no way someone put this out for the trash!"

A twenty-something in a bathrobe, full beard, and chest tattoo answered the door and said it was all ours!  (it was a pretty hot seen by the by).  Then I looked at it, then at the  Nursecar (Ford Focus), then at Joe.

"Have a little faith, honey," he said to me.  "It's like a tetras...I just have to fit it in just right."

Coco was yelling "tie it to the roof," and I was offering to walk the last 5 miles and just carry it (because there was no way that I was leaving it there).  (All the while distracted by the hot bearded tattoo guy) (hoping he would offer me a cocktail and offer to deliver it to my house).

But lo and behold, Joe fit that damn thing in.  And now it lives at my house.  And matches my porch furniture.  Score team Cesarz!

xoxo, e.