We had a lovely camping reunion with my hubby’s family. The nights were especially lovely, ’cause hubby put a tarp over the top of our pop-up to help keep the heat in. I didn’t even care that it got below freezing.
This next one is for Renee and family. Did you notice the party lights along the edge of our awning? Here’s a close-up. (And tell your Dad that I was a Redsox fan long before I met my Massachusetts-born husband. I remember the ’86 World Series, and it was Bob Stanley’s fault, not Billy Buckner’s!)
And, yes, we took the itty-bitty-kitties who now have official names: the orange boy is Pumpkin Spice, the black boy is Peanut, and the tricolor girl is Princessa. (We considered Peter, Paul, and Mary, but we couldn’t agree on which one should be Peter – and then we got over-ruled by my granddaughter.)