It was a starry night.
A night to get away, but not faraway.
A night for camping.
And we were not alone.
We had our books and lanterns, the comfiest pillows, the coziest blankets, some courage, some daring. We had the song of the owls, the chill of coyotes bantering and taunting.
Maria, Max, and Natalie, the bravest adventurers, alone together, under the stars. The moon rose and arced across the night, and the clouds moved in. We slept close to one another, peeking out from our blankets. We could not find the tent-fly, so we had a wide view of the sky above.
Which was nice, until dawn, when it began to lightly mist, then drizzle. So in the faint, blue light, we made multiple dashes into the house, bringing all the coziness we could carry. And one owl, the big horned owl, from his perch on the roof, watched us scurry, like mice. And then the night was gone, and he flew home.
7 comments:
Such a wonderful, perfect adventure.
That looks awesome... I loved that kinda stuff when I was growing up with my brothers! Always good times.
Love the photos - and the faces you capture - full of wonder, definitely brave! Much admiration for your wonderful spirit of adventure, even when it's found close to home. The best sort, possibly. Axxx
Very cool. It sounds like fun. I like hearing the owl.
What a fun adventure together :-)
What a lot of fun! You are the best mama ever. If it wasn't below freezing and snowy, I'd be tempted to find my tent and try sleeping out, too!
Sweet...so sweet... I just love your family adventures. There's a lot of magic close to home. Happy Week to yous all ((HUGS)) P.S. I'm hosing a Valentine Swap & Giveaway. If you'd like to join in, do stop by. :o)
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