Well we are soon off to Western Mass. for our yearly camping trip- it's probably my favorite week of the year, this. We camp at a very UNrustic campground called Bonnie Brae, which is pretty much in someone's back yard- the neighborhood around us is noisier than the campers. Every year we get our camping boxes out of the basements, check everything off on the checklist that's been handed down through my family, pack and go. We hang out little sign on a tree at our site, and a big American flag, and can't wait to get the campfire lit. We do the S'mores thing, we eat tacos, I impress everyone by making biscuits on a stick, and we have a wonderful time.
The central point of the weekend is a trip to nearby Tanglewood for the live broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion. It's where Scott and I got enaged, 6 years ago. We lay out a picnic cloth and lounge around, loving the perfection of the place and listening to the show (we can't see much from the lawn) and feeling just... goood goooood joy. At the end of the show, Garrison invites everyone into the shed to sing songs and I always get a little teary, as I am apt to do in happy situations. (you know me)
On Tuesday is the fireworks in our town, the best ones around- and all our friends and family gather to barbecue and go to watch the show together. Scott's parents throw a great party on their deck and we always have a great time. Maybe this year we'll end the night around our fire ring here on the hill.
It's weekends like this when I find myself hoping that nothing will ever change in my life. I love the routines, the traditions, the rituals. I love the friends and family I'm surrounded by, and I love the life we've built.
Come on by, sit by the fire with us. Join in the joyride.
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Fireworks on Tuesday???? The 4th??
I thought Monday the 3rd???
We will make a s'more and think of you by the pond. Maybe next year we can enjoy your fun with you. Do you like your s'more lightly browned or blackened?
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