More Moose Mania

This morning I stumbled out of the tent, fed Tango, and started my coffee. A man from a campsite across the road walked over. “Did you see the moose in your campsite this morning?”  Of course I didn’t because I sleep like a log and, apparently, so does Tango. He never barked. I could only…

Fireflies

Fireflies were a part of summer’s magic. Just as the sun set in the humid Midwest, fireflies came out; a blink of light near the garage, a blink across the yard, another blink next to the tree. Sometimes we caught the fireflies in glass bottles and watched their light display up close. Magic. A child’s…