Favorite parts

Just before the weather turns really cold, just before the leaves really begin to fall, while it still gets toasty warm during the day, it's the perfect time to go camping.

My favorite parts of the weekend had to be the campfires,

the way the sun streamed through the trees looking all smoky-hazy like,

watching the kids find fossils on the beach (zillion-year old shark teeth, so crazy)

the sun shining just right on the water,

fluffy beach grass making me think it's still summer,

and endless blue sky.

She rambles on

It's hard to believe it was just last weekend that we were standing here, warm and relaxed on a quick camping getaway and this morning I was dodging cold raindrops at the farmers market setting up my tent and wondering if anyone would come. But come they did and I knitted and visited and sold my things all the while being thankful that I'm not Kevin. Kevin, who spent the better part of the day under the house laying in mud putting in the plumbing for the addition. It's moments like these when I'm glad for my small hands that know how to knit not wield wrenches.

When I'm called to look at the contrasts between men and women, reality and leisure, I always wonder if the play time would feel as good as it does if the work days weren't so much work. Some may argue this point, but in my mind I usually come back to the belief that the grass is likely the greenest right where I'm standing, and that the yin really wouldn't make much sense without the yang.

Daydreaming on a Tuesday

If wishes could come true, then I would wish to be back here, camping, with the family, my feet in the warm sand and the sun shining on my back. Nothing wrong with that.

She Knits, camps

Don't for one minute think that when we go camping I'm cooking homemade blueberry scones with freshly picked berries over an open fire, or grilling steaks and cranking the old-fashioned ice cream maker to whip up some dessert afterward because that would just be wrong. But if you think that our camping trips bring relaxation,

the chance to dive into books,

the ever-important hula hooping,

and games of catch,


you'd be right.

You'd also be right to assume that the boat is a necessary guest and the highlight of the trip for some.



And for the rest of us the scenery,



and water alone,

are enough to do the trick.