We picked up where we left off with our commitment to go camping once a month this long weekend, having missed last month with Evelyn's birth. We kept it simple for this first time camping with the two of us outnumbered by kids, heading to a beautiful spot just 40 minutes from home and 10 minutes from a nearby town; figuring if it all turned to sh!t we could just head home and being close to a town meant we could ditch cooking a couple of meals if needed and eat out.
We had gorgeous weather, met a beautiful family (our camp neighbours) whose children kept our own entertained, and spent our time hiking, spotting orchids, building 'traps', delighting in our little flower doll garden, discovering new pubs to watch the big footy matches at, exploring our surrounds, tinkering with tools and wood, going on bush treasure hunts and gathered around the campfire sharing company, meals and stories.
Jamieson was renamed "Lil Bang Bang" by our neighbours (he was rather excited to have willing kids to play all manner of gunplay with and could be heard shouting 'bang bang' all weekend 😭).
My bests? 1) Orchid spotting, 2) the four of us singing ACDC's The Jack in the car driving back to camp after a hike, 3) hearing Jamieson telling daddy "a fisherman never gives up" after packing away the fishing gear after a few half hearted casts at our lunchtime picnic spot mid hike and lastly 4) storytime on our first night. Josh is the master storyteller in our home and it is his much loved duty when we go camping to read or tell the kids their bedtime story, which he often embellishes with a bit of farm language and the extra sentence or two. He does ALL the voices and uses ALL the expression. On our first night I was cradling Evelyn, sitting by the campfire with friends whilst Josh put the kids to bed and read them their story. This particular night, the serenity was broken when we heard Josh yell out the line "you crazy son of a b!tch". I'm fairly certain that one wasn't printed in the book 🤣[yes, there was a fair bit of snoozing this weekend; none by me. Non sleeping pics to come]
He discovered that the pleasure of the senses does not consist, as he had always believed, in a single act. Sensuality can reveal itself in every gesture, in the way of lighting a cigarette, of peeling an apple.
Prova ad eliminare il “dopo”
dopo ti chiamo
dopo lo faccio
dopo lo dico
dopo io cambio
ci penso dopo
Lasciamo tutto per dopo come se il dopo fosse il meglio, perché non capiamo che:
dopo il caffè si raffredda
dopo la priorità cambia
dopo l’incanto si perde
dopo il presto si trasforma in tardi
dopo la malinconia passa
dopo le cose cambiano
dopo i figli crescono
dopo la gente invecchia
dopo le promesse si dimenticano
dopo il giorno é notte
dopo la vita finisce
Non lasciare niente per dopo perché nell’attesa del dopo puoi perdere... i migliori momenti
le migliori esperienze
i migliori amici
i migliori amori.. .