freshly mown field —

two deer pick their way across

all ears and tails

winking up at me

from the bottom of the ditch —

yesterday’s rain

noisy crickets

on either side of the road

boasting of their field

our small lake and

its talent for reflection

giving us back the sky

forgetting the trick

of weeding in the morning —

sunburnt neck

warm pool water —

hopes of refreshment

begin to fade

gently unwinding

tendrils of wisteria

from the spirea

when did looking

ever keep you from vanishing?

(deer, here and then gone)

here in my quiver

the story of our meeting...

a long, clear shot

remembering sleet’s

inescapability

as the heat rains down

one cricket’s rasp

flung into my speeding truck —

almost home

walking in P’town

our boy asks us about AIDS —

we take a deep breath

the last present —

at day’s end our boy

takes himself to bed

neatly folded in

to our nightly routine —

brushing sand away

seals near the shore

extending their dominion

to include us

in the morning

we realize we haven’t heard

coyotes this year

this gang of squirrels

roughly chiding each other

just above our heads

the moon tonight

a little more than half full

enough to share

together again

after a long time apart —

the lake full of chop

his first night home

our boy talks in his sleep —

in French!

our unspoken thought

as the crying continues —

too young for camping

summer days —

looking for ways to

turn the page slowly

Catch You on the Flip!

Yep, it's that time of year again... we are headed to our favorite camping site in N. Truro. There's a new postmaster in town, though, so snail mail sending isn't quite as easy as it once was. Still, we'd love to hear from you... it's easy to call camp and ask them to leave us a note on the camp message board. (They don't mind, truly.) 

That number (good from July 10th through the 21st or so) is 508/ 487-1191, and office hours are pretty much all day with the exception of meal breaks from noon-1pm and again from 6-7pm.

Even if you don't have a chance to send a message our way, we know we can count on you to send warm and sunny thoughts... right? And a special thanks to the excellent neighbors who are keeping watch on our little house until we get back.

(For a glimpse at previous years' adventures, 

see post-camp posts from 

2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008, 2007, and 2006.)

A deer!

bounding across

a field of wheat

(alternate version:

A deer! just its head showing as it bounds across the wheat field)

one last splash —

finally the lifeguard

gets a chance to swim

snagged on the hill

a tattered line of clouds —

spring wool on the card

dry spell bunny

fur looking a bit patchy

just like the lawn

we each cut ourselves

as big a piece as we want —

apple pie freedom

fireworks and smoke

from the next hill over

one night early

twigs and straw wrappers

flown in for the occasion —

sparrows nest-building

we outrun the storm

only to have it catch us —

photo finish rainbow?