Yesterday afternoon I got tired of working in the yard and put up a tent in the back yard. It's our smaller tent, but it's plenty big and has a great opening. Cleo and her pals spent most of the afternoon and evening in there, but late at night I tossed in my bedding and book, donned my special cap with lights built into it and went to bed out in the tent.
It was a nice night. Around 3 a.m. I woke up and went out of the tent to look around. The sky was clear and I could see the Little Dipster, the Big Dipster and Tittleman's Crest.
Here's our back yard:
Here's a pretty flower that has nothing to do with my fantastic tale of sleeping in the tent:
