good ole’ summertime

It’s haibun Monday at dVerse with Frank hosting the first solstice of the year…


The longest day of June is a Sunday; glorious day of rest extended. Sleep late in cozy camper, waking to bird song. Sip teeccino tea with a splash of creamer. Outdoor picnic table serves as best breakfast seating. Husband flips pancakes and bacon; I fry eggs, top with shredded cheese.

Wash dishes leisurely, then time for church! It’s casual today, join worship online with home congregation and guest pastor. Confession and assurance. Gospel preaching offers hope; we sing with joy. A blessing given and received. Follow with grilled steak dinner and refreshing nap.

We drive to historical house turned museum. Well-preserved Parker house built, 1916, in decorative arts and crafts style. Maureen shows us interesting features: square piano, French heirloom china, family portraits, narrow hall of old books, sun room upstairs, vintage porcelain doll, and quarter-sawn oak woodwork.

It’s raining when we cruise around town; over one lane Thunder Bridge, past cemetery, fairgrounds, and downtown businesses, closed today. Phone conversation with my dear brother. Weather clears in time for long walk around lake reflecting large rocks, lush trees, and leftover clouds, before sun finally sets on first solstice of the year.

on june twenty-one

we take father’s day escape

relax, it’s summer

apparition

awake restless night

light illuminates camper

half-crazy full moon

hold no regrets

snow birds flee midwest

home for warmer climes

south but cool vortex dips

down to hitch a ride atop

their fifth-wheel camper;

wear winter coats to ward

off winds pushing against

leaf-stripped palms around

covered swimming pool…

Hint: no place like home ?!


Mish hosts quadrille prompt at dVerse: can you take a hint?

evolution of camping

first camping trip in pickup with topper
to high school reunion via the black hills
first son is three; he rolls off mattress (on
plywood across back of pickup) onto us!

add a brother and real pop-up camper
on back of brand new pickup (hers!)
fold table down for two boys to sleep…
pack ice and head through death valley

four years later, we pack three sons in
now crowded pop-up (one rolls on floor)
youngest in overalls and conductor’s hat
to ride durango/silverton narrow gauge train.

by the time fourth son arrives, add tent
and stay closer to home; we drive across
nebraska to live history of fort niobrara…
coyotes call and tenters’ mom lies awake.

sell pop-up; buy small trailer, another tent,
and more camping gear for east coast trip with
all five sons, ages 15 to 15 months; visit nation’s
capitol where one son’s lost & found in rotunda.

as sons leave home, no need for two tents;
with grandma’s trust money for Christmas,
two middle-aged campers find fully-equipped
fifth-wheel trailer and now we go glamping!