Summer Camp Time

Temperatures are warming . . . the days last longer . . . my garden is growing . . . trees and flowers are in full bloom—and I want to be out in it . . .

. . . alas, summer has arrived . . .

. . . summer camp has also arrived . . . I am packing up my girls and driving them south for summer camp . . . sleep away camp . . . for the first time . . . they are beyond excited . . . I, on the other hand, can not believe the amount of 'things' needed for summer camp . . . I am meticulously packing their truck with all their needs . . . when in reality I know all their clothes will wind up wrinkled, covered in mud, and piled under their bunk beds after day one.

. . . my girls will be unplugged . . . learning the value of slowing down . . . being in a community with the girls around them . . . fostering friendships and hopefully having a profound experience . . .