After the Land Rush and many of the the campsites are claimed, or re-claimed from a year of vacancy (which is what we CHOOSE to believe happens in OUR Pecan Grove)….everyone settles in to finding the neighbors that weren’t uncovered in the Land Rush Line-Up or who are beginning to arrive as we re-create this annual, magical, acoustical Brigadoon.
Jim is watching the weather map, but having sailor Jeff with his nautical knots (there’s an unlikely alliteration!) we feel secure in the battening of our hatches.
So when the winds blow strong and bring in the storm clouds from the north, scudding by at a furious rate of speed, our proud Scottish flag unfurls and the walls of our carpeted “living room” keep us relatively warm and dry.
But how quickly it becomes hoodie weather!
But we are adaptable and this year we opened our own e-Library for quiet perusing of books, magazines or the editing of lyrics or chords on the songs that are shared between different i-devices.