Fire Restrictions
We’re sorry to report, due to lack of rain in July, full fire restrictions are in effect. According to the USFS, you cannot have a campfire at any time. Our weather has been beautiful, sunny, in the 70’s. Great for everything up here—the bug cycles are finishing–everybody is happy. We’d be even happier with some gentle evening showers for about a week.
The Dragon Boat Races
For me the day was joyfully over-stimulated. Keeping track of the races, the kids, unexpected faces popping out of the crowd—left me wanting more time with each. My summers feel like they have the same sense of busy happy hectic ness. People come and go, I want more time , and always there is somewhere else I need to be. I watch my children leaping off the dock—I plan to get down there, turn around and they’re riding away on bicycles. The guests—many becoming dear friends, are gone in a flash… I’m living a slideshow existence of photo moments.
When I have time to reflect—to pull out the snapshots of my days—it’s late September.. A friend sent me a poignant “take time to smell the flowers” poem. So true, but not on the 2nd of August. We do have balance here, just not a daily balance. There are some days in the winter when the woods are empty. The trick is always to savor the moments as they come, savor the busy hectic ness, savor the dark quietness. Both have their season.
Weather: has been warm, clear, windy, dry. Beginning August 3rd, there is a fire ban in the woods.
Gnomes and Fairies at Tuscarora, by our friend Lily
Then the fairies gave me a cool tube–kind of looks like a bracelet—like a little piece of bark with a picture on it. I gave them cookies and I decorated their house with clay. But then the gnomes almost spotted them, so they had to take off my decorations, but they said it was so beautiful (and it was). Then we decided to build a trap (me my dad, and Aiden). We used sticks and string. I think one of the fairies played dead under the trap and they (the gnomes) went to check on her. And then the gnomes got caught but fairies are so tiny that she could fly right out of the holes. The gnomes lifted up the cage and they got away but they said that they would leave the fairies alone for a year until this month next year—in July. Then I guess I’ll have to help the fairies again. Well I was planning for you guys to hang onto the cage, then we can tell the kids who want to help them that we already have a cage for them, so someone else can probably do the cage.



