Camp Fisher begins today. It is in session whenever any of our grandchildren are visiting. Usually the parents come along but once in a while it is just the kids and us. They are ages 14, 13, 11 and 11 now, so you can imagine that the camp has morphed over the years. My husband is the head counselor and in charge of the grounds and activities, and since we do most things outside, he has a BIG job. Believe me, if we had merit pay, he would deserve it all. I am the head cook, another big job, but I get all kinds of help and it is I who decides when it’s time to call for pizza or take-out..
Camp week isn’t a time for silence, solitude and simplicity in any of the usual ways. And yet, there is something very calming about it. Being with family—playing, talking, even enjoying from across the lawn—makes solitude never lonely.
Camp week isn’t a time for silence, solitude and simplicity in any of the usual ways. And yet, there is something very calming about it. Being with family—playing, talking, even enjoying from across the lawn—makes solitude never lonely.