The unofficial start of summer is certainly hot enough to be official. Some of us are taking it easy today in preparation for a family picnic here tomorrow.
The parents of all my grandchildren have to bring a completed six page Camper Health History Form to the picnic so I will have it in hand to drop three grandkids off for summer day camp in the National Park. When they arrive at camp the children apparently will be given a packet of Camp Expectations, which they will read and then sign an agreement they understand and will follow the expectations or be sent home. What have we come to. Eight and ten year olds so jaded and incorrigible they aren’t in awe of uniformed park rangers, camp cabins, woodlands and trails.
It has been a twenty odd year tradition here to eat watermelon at the deck rail. Seeds are spit over the edge and rinds sailed into the woods for critter snacks. Earlier this spring the three youngest at the rail, an eight and two ten year olds, discovered the hole in the elm and began winging their rinds toward it. They ate extra watermelon and didn’t stop until there were chunks in the hole. I imagine the sport will continue tomorrow.
I finished little quilt top 200. Jan dubbed it The Watermelon.
There seems to be trouble on Blogger Dashboard, and people are posting the problem so often the response seems to pop up automatically: We are aware of the issue and are working on it. So, I’m posting on faith. Have a safe and happy holiday. If you were rained out on Victoria Day, take tomorrow off. We’d love to have you, too.