Must be something about getting older because even though I came home a day earlier than usual the days my mother and I were there still seemed to be just a blink of the eye when all is said and done. It's not like we hurried through anything, a lot of reading, basking in the terrific weather for the final two days, Wednesday was particularly perfect. I did mow the grass and some string trimming in the afternoon. Earlier I'd planted a hydrangea at Margaret's that Lois sent up. Mom was invited by Margaret to attend the monthly senior citizen appreciation dinner at the local American Legion hall.
Patches always knows how to kick back at the camp, he too enjoys looking out across the lake.
Thursday morning begins with a peaceful calm.
Though not a clear sunset that evening it
definitely was an interesting one with some pretty weird swirls and such, part of the reason I watch and photograph it each evening.
Patches can't be bothered by the sunsets, a little sensitive about being color blind.
Friday morning brought out a sculler. Later after running an errand into town I took Mom on a tour along the camp road to see the other camps, we don't have a boat. As a bonus there were two yard sales along the way, a favorite activity of Mom's. She picked up some good stuff at both places – I even bought the T-shirt I'm wearing in the next photo, from Wales no less... the one in Great Britain, not in central Maine, "
Cymru" for you old school types.
The truck is loaded, camp tidied up Mom and I are ready to head home.
Patches always knows how to kick back at the camp, he too enjoys looking out across the lake.
Thursday morning begins with a peaceful calm.
Though not a clear sunset that evening it definitely was an interesting one with some pretty weird swirls and such, part of the reason I watch and photograph it each evening.
Patches can't be bothered by the sunsets, a little sensitive about being color blind.
Friday morning brought out a sculler. Later after running an errand into town I took Mom on a tour along the camp road to see the other camps, we don't have a boat. As a bonus there were two yard sales along the way, a favorite activity of Mom's. She picked up some good stuff at both places – I even bought the T-shirt I'm wearing in the next photo, from Wales no less... the one in Great Britain, not in central Maine, "Cymru" for you old school types.
The truck is loaded, camp tidied up Mom and I are ready to head home.
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