Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Just put coffee on and watched the birdhouse slightly swaying. I think maybe she's putting coffee on too.
Brings back memories of Jasper or our lake campsite - I'd be lying awake watching the sun rise and the mist roll on the lake - slowly people and things would begin to stir. Kids would emerge fro m their Rv's or tents full of energy, tousle headed little ones.
Then doors would open and Mama's would be bustling around while Dad's set up the stoves or BBQ's . Some would sit for a cigarette- and most would have coffee in hand - the path to the shower facilities well worn over time.
Surprisingly, It was never noisy - just murmurings and quiet talk.
I think I should have written"some would sit with a cigarette" - "Did I hear proof read? What's that? Thank goodness my blogging buddies just ignore my boo-boos!
In Jasper, the men usually sat on the decks in the crisp air, feet on rails and greeted the day.