Summer Camp

ByShae

We’ve been at camp this week, spending slow hours moving from one Adirondack chair to the next, keeping to the dappled shade, carrying along our novels, cold drinks, bug spray. This slanted old house on a lake in way-upstate New York has been in Stewart’s family for almost sixty years.

Almost home from a sunset canoe ride, where a pair of loons floated close to check us out.

Sis-in-law asked us to put a fresh coat of paint on the picnic table, but she didn’t ask me to do this to it. I hope she has a sense of humor.

I have to show you her barn, which is not at camp but at her house outside of town. It’s the real thing, and I feel both envious of it and relieved that I don’t have one.

Today we’re heading to The Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, New York, where Stewart goes to work for the week and I get to tag along and have more adult summer-camp fun, including a get together with Tigress’s Can Jam friends (Julia from What Julia Ate, Kate from Hip Girl’s Guide to Homemaking, and Tigress herself) who live close enough to meet for a strawberry picking picnic in the Hudson Valley.

It’s almost solstice, so get yourself some summer!

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  3. B: The hipstafication shows no sign of slowing.

    Denise: Might enjoy? I can't say how many ways that post was helpful. The book looks great, but she also answered pesky questions about my new Weck jars. Totally synchronous. Thanks!

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