To My Friends and Family Who Love to Camp,
I’m thinking of you. It’s a beautiful weekend for camping and probably the last one for this year. It is, after all, officially fall and the last weekend of September. Sob. But the sky is blue and the air is warm with an occasional soft breeze that ruffles the leaves on the trees. And the feathers on my chickens who are just across the yard from me. Because I’m camping at home.
I’ve got my camp chair out in the yard, my cup of tea on the ground beside me, and the campfire at my feet. Every so often I stand up, grab my campfire stirring stick and move the wood around. When the wood gets low I walk a few feet to our wood pile, pull out a couple of pieces and toss them on the fire.
And when I need to take a potty break I just walk in the house. Which is the best part of my camping experience. Because once it grows dark and cold I’ll just go into my house and sleep in my own cozy bed.
I think I’m going soft. Sorry, camping folks.
But know I’m thinking of you.