somewhat on the order of a sundae, a convergence of good things arrived.
It was two weeks ago when The Yard Man organized his very fine Annual Camp-Out (good as ice cream)!
Heaped atop (think whipped cream) was a visit by very close friends (three generations)!
A holiday weekend and a birthday celebration were sprinkled over all!
Another topping was the couldn't-be-better weather! It was enough to make me suppose, Reader Dear, that luck is always on my side, that ice cream sundaes are calorie-free, and that birthday Sundays will always end with bonfires.
It was The Yard Man who was having a birthday (to the surprise of The Small Actor). It was The Yard Man and most of his male descendants, plus First Son-in-Law, who did the sleeping-in-tents part. The rest of us (guests and all) came for the glorious rest of it: The supper and visiting and sitting under the stars and roasting marshmallows and singing happy birthday and hanging out...
...and then morning sunshine and breakfast and a jug of wildflowers and more bonhomie!
(That whipped cream addition made such
a fantastic Sunday sundae! )