Labor Day has always meant the
end of the summer. Mostly in the
past as the kids headed back to school.
So we would go fishing for the last time
of the year. Camp out for the last of summer.
And of course, cookouts over the
last weekend.
Even in later years, after the kids left,
we still had the end of summer bar-b-que.
for friends and family. But now the family is
scattered and so are friends. So now we just
go fishing.
But I have fond memories of camping by the
river (which now is a resort) miles from every
where. Getting up to the sunlight and fishing.
Telling stories around the campfire at night.
It was nice to hear a few years ago, to hear
my now adult son, tell about how it was the
best of times.
Happy Labor Day Friends.... the wordtosser
is taking the 3 days off for the end of summer.
Enjoy the weekend. Be back Tuesday.
Finding Beauty in Hope
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