I'm finally able to reveal the story of...
THE DUFFEL.

Our Eldest Monkey embarked on a long journey (an internship)
to live and be at one with nature (camping and living in tents)
for the benefit of her great nation. (CCYC, working in conjunction with the U.S. Forest Service)
By the sweat of her brow (hard labor, actually)
she earned her keep (food and a little cash)
as she explored magical western lands. (Utah)
Several fortnights pass (8 weeks)
as fences are mended and trails blazed (fences were mended and trails blazed)
and the War Against the Russian Olive ceases. (invasive plants obliterated)
and once again life settles and calm ensues. (basecamp. ahhh.)
All the while, Eldest Monkey's earthly possessions are safely cradled (crammed)
made from vintage linens and thrifted / rescued fabrics

a dozen pockets on this bag!
into the sturdy vessel, a duffel, crafted of love, of tears (really)
and travels over river and forest, mountains and plains (that's real, too)
stuffed with two queen-sized pillows in the photo above
and through sun and wind and rain and snow. (yep, real)
O, yea, a little worse for wear, but a character infinitely blossomed . (OK, a couple of tears at the handles of the bag... but my lovely daughter is perfectly fine and growing into a strong young woman.)
poor design on my part... next time, the handles will be attached lower
But ready for the next adventure. (mama's not, though....)












2 comments:
Oh, the Motherly love/pain of it all! But what a joy to see them grow and mature. Into the world they go and WE are blessed. She is the branch on the Father's vine, reaching out to others. (such a little monkey all grown up)!!
You said it perfectly, Lulu. <3 It's so hard, but so beautiful....
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