 A Perfect Day
So what would be your perfect day?
Might sound boring to others, but my idea of the perfect day is a day we had a couple of summers ago. Caroline, my oldest stepson, my daughter, (they were 13 and 12 at the time) and I all went down to the 'crick' that borders the family farm and spent the day fishing....well, Caroline was fishing, or trying to....playing on the island (sandbar) in the middle of the crick, splashing, floating on innertubes, and just generally having a noisy good time. In the late afternoon, Caroline and DJ set up the tent on the hill above the crick, as Jennie and I built a fire and cooked supper....with lots of 'help' from our furry companions. After supper we wandered up the hill to the tent.
As we reached the tent we looked out over the valley in front of us, a slight mist rising, with millions of fireflies flickering in a dancing pattern. Beside the tent were the sweetheart trees, as the kidlings called them, (two trees growing together) and we all sat next to them, and the kids began pestering me to tell them stories. As I began telling them stories about Iktomi, and coyote, Sunka Sapa, and the 'dancing lights' they both climbed into my lap (not an easy thing to do, considering their ages!) and cuddled close. When my voice started getting tired they took over the story-telling, making up stories about the sweetheart trees and alien worlds. Finally, Caroline and I sent them to bed in the tent, and listened to them laughing and telling sillier and sillier stories until they fell asleep, while we curled up together in our blankets outside and watched the stars.
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There is no most excellent beauty which hath not some strangeness in the proportion. -Sir Francis Bacon | 
well.......why not? 
