The counselors at Camp Timbercrest all get to go home on Fridays; they have to return by noon on Sunday. I went down early enough last Friday to see the program for parents, then had to wait while the staff had a meeting before I could take my counselors home. I walked down to the shore of Keyser Lake and found this Monarch probing for nectar from a Swamp Milkweed.
My oldest daughter’s camp name is Butterfly. Like this Monarch, my Butterfly sips nourishment from this camp. Like this Monarch, my Butterfly will be taking flight for parts unknown as summer winds to a close.
Last night, our backyard was filled with family and friends celebrating Emily’s highschool graduation and wishing her well as she prepares to take off for college. Naturally, I have mixed feelings. I will miss her. Yet I know it is time. I will be envious, because I remember how exciting my college days were. I will be worried… but only a little. She’ll do fine, I have no doubt.