Summer at Camp 61

Summer began Monday; I dropped Laura and Charlotte for an afternoon at the Art Academy.  Charlotte lives down the street, and down the first hill.  That’s great, until you ride the bike home.

Laura spent a lot of Cousin Camp last year at the Art Academy.  She had Charlotte primed, and they are only ten years old, so all they needed from a grandma in the front seat was gas to drive the car. 

I went in to drop off a pack of parental releases and found my two deep in the throng around the table.  The theme is circles, and the project is a coiled basket. 

Here’s Laura’s.  We may never see Charlotte’s finished basket, which may be big enough to hold her baby sister, if she gets all the rope covered.

I was early today, and greeted by this picture. Another circles project, no doubt.  As I was getting the shot, a little fellow leaned into the frame and back out, just as quickly.

“Oh, you’re taking pictures,” he said.

“Just this one.  I like the picture.”

“Thank you.  It’s mine.”

I was done, and he leaned over and took it back inside; it was dry.  What an observant and polite young man.  May he live long and prosper.