the fifth day of camp

The temperatures dropped. The rains stopped but the clouds remain. All three grandkids are here with me as we start in on the next day of G. Camp (Gaga? Grandma? Depends on who you ask). 

They're up and going at 7. That's great you say? Well yes, but the cats! Oh, the cats! Stressed by the visiting threesome, they come upstairs confused, meowing for food, meowing for attention, meowing for who knows what reason. At 5:30. Darn cats, be quiet!

And again the three cousins start off with making up videos of crazy antics. And again Ed is playing the role of cameraman.

While I snip just a few lilies and prepare breakfast.

Snowdrop and Sparrow have their drama program at 9. Time to go.

 

 

 

I drop them off, then take Primrose to a Monroe Street bakery.

 

They all voted for lunch at the farmhouse, and that's great, but I could use some dessert treat. How about brownies with salted caramel? (Ed's reaction: that is sooooo sweet!) 

 

It's impossible for me to not finish the lily clean up and so we return to the farmette, where I snip away, while she plays. 

850? 860 snipped lilies? Something like that. These are the days of the profound colors:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Nymphs and shepherds, in full bloom) 

 

 

(surrounded!)

 

 

 

 

(the firs gladiolus murielae)

(I'm always drawn to this one...)

(Big Bed)

Noon is pick-up-the-Shakespeare-duo time. We take a short walk to the local game store, where they admire everything and walk away with Nee-Doh (little squishy cubes) because everyone has one!

We eat lunch. Slowly, deliberately.

 

 

 

And then they play, all the way until late afternoon, when we all set out for our local farmers market. It's their annual kids day, where kid focused activities abound. The two younger ones make their own sundaes...

And then all three want to wait in the long line for face painting. I'll have to give the artist credit -- this woman is a serious face painting person. Snowdrop does the first one -- the younger two want to see how it will turn out.

By early evening I do what I was supposed to do earlier in the week -- I take all three to my daughter's house. Sandpiper is well and bursting with energy. The little guy is excited about getting his sibs back and excited, too, at the visit of Primrose. And here's the thing -- it is an overnight visit! I'll be picking Primrose up tomorrow after breakfast.

The farmette lands are suddenly very, very still.  Very quiet.

 

 

In my head I still have their squeals and explosions of laughter. Unrestrained.  Happy.

with so much love...