The signal of the first arrival is the distant bark of white, fluffy Samson, though today his coat is spotted with grass stains. I see a vehicle roll into the field, the green and khaki grass heavy under fog. The vehicle parks as I carry a board of blueberry muffins and a carafe of hot coffee along the gentle uphill path to the shop. The sky looks cold in shades of blue and gray, even though the air is warm and almost steamy.
This, our 13th Day Camp, was a special one. Our ten students worked on a new design, and I found myself wishing I had cut enough extra material to build the writing desk/side board project for our own home. Like a true early spring day, the sun and the young, new greens of the oaks seemed to be smiling on us.
