Gunnar, Signe and Zane are snoozing together outside right now in the fort on this chilly 47 degree Labor Day eve. They are surrounded by blanketed walls to feel cozy (our yard can be a scary place in the dark, you know). This is after we dined in our neighbor's backyard on roasted hot dogs and marshmallows warmed in their fire pit. It isn't camping, exactly, but sadly is as close as we're going to get this summer. Which is waning all to quickly. The colder evenings attest to fall's imminent arrival. I need lots and lots of hot weather in the summer to psychologically carry me though months of Idaho's subfreezing winters.
