Endless Summer Creations

Carpenter Park at Thanksgiving my home state i have not forgotten you fireflies in the dusk the hill stretching away down Rockford Park which became a Fourth of July theater a playground where dogs ran free in bliss the tower which i've always longed to ascend my feet carried me through the cross-country trails at Carpenter Park through all seasons even through the still of winter where i had to bound like a deer to jog through the snow drifts when green returned I would see startled bunnies scatter in front of me the theater of trees at turns redolent in deep summer greens then slowly set afire breaking into golds, reds, bronze until the cold would always claim the last of the leaves I remember hay rides through the nipping October nights which ended round a fire the centerpiece of hot apple cider melty s'mores of all the natural beauty i've ever seen i love yours the most your nature takes me home

There was a time we lived off in the woods.  As I lie here in the comfort and security of my bed, listening to the rain fall outside my window with the blinds drawn, I can almost imagine that we are in the middle of that forest again. It was a good place to rest.  A good place to escape the life that had been imposed upon us, and to redefine life according to  our terms. No need to dress up or look a certain way.  I mean, who really cared?  There was no pressure.  The residents were mostly down-to-earth, unassuming people living in a rural Pacific Northwestern town.  Some of them were retirees.  Some lived on Social Security like us.  For others, the RV park was just an in-between place.  One guy had been in the process of building a house on his own land for about a year. I even worked for the RV park for a while doing bathroom maintenance.  But it wasn't really a job....