This past weekend was jam packed with Olivia's horse show and Conor performing in the Montreal Jazz festival. It made me proud to hear them both conversing fluently in French. Only one speeding ticket in a 36 hours trip to Montreal and back to Cambridge. Owen has been a joy this week, helping out with the very first week of the "1st annual summer camp program."
Camp Namaha is off to a great start. We saw a giant Osprey fly over head, circle around and dive straight down into the river to catch her morning snack. We watched, mesmerized as she gracefully carried her little black fish through the air back to her nest. It was a good omen from nature and a real gift to our little group as we explored along the Grand River. We found fossils, fresh mint and a wonderful sacred stone. We found a great piece of drift wood that will be come the staff of Camp Namaha. Fun was had by all and I was reminded of how much I adore 3 year olds, they are so squishy and loveable and they still want to hold hands.
