Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Tenting Out

My boys are tenting out in the back yard. They think this is the best thing ever. Fred has been revving the imaginary engines by telling tales of Jeremiah Johnson before they get sleepy. He is good at embellishing.Particularly because there are not only spooky sounds, but having encountered a rabid raccoon just a few short weeks ago- real threats seem imminent. I have found men of all sizes and ages like a real threat to their safety. They suddenly feel useful and necessary in the world. So my younger boys are enjoying the danger zone while their older brothers are away. And the campfire, with hot dogs and marshmallows every night hasn't been too bad either.

1 comment:

  1. the hotdogs were sooo grouse. like matt.joe wrote this