Your campground management team deserves a very poor review! 😂 I'm firmly with you, give me crisp autumn mornings, warm blankets and bug-free walks any day. X
Claire, that review would have citations for excessive heat, unauthorized blood sampling, cling-wrap humidity, and sandwich interference. Autumn really does feel like the competent replacement manager: crisp mornings, quiet trails, warm blankets, and no one inspecting your lunch.
April, turning heat, humidity, mosquitoes, gnats, flies, ticks, and the sun into terrible campground staff gives the poem such a playful engine. Each nuisance arrives with just enough personality to make summer feel like a badly run office with excellent branding and awful customer service. The turn toward autumn gives the ending its relief, as if September finally fires the whole management team and restores order to the woods. Thank you for giving summer discomfort a voice funny enough to make even the mosquitoes feel overqualified.
Your campground management team deserves a very poor review! 😂 I'm firmly with you, give me crisp autumn mornings, warm blankets and bug-free walks any day. X
They are so getting a poor review from me.
Claire, that review would have citations for excessive heat, unauthorized blood sampling, cling-wrap humidity, and sandwich interference. Autumn really does feel like the competent replacement manager: crisp mornings, quiet trails, warm blankets, and no one inspecting your lunch.
‘Wake me when September’s here’ Love it🧡
April, turning heat, humidity, mosquitoes, gnats, flies, ticks, and the sun into terrible campground staff gives the poem such a playful engine. Each nuisance arrives with just enough personality to make summer feel like a badly run office with excellent branding and awful customer service. The turn toward autumn gives the ending its relief, as if September finally fires the whole management team and restores order to the woods. Thank you for giving summer discomfort a voice funny enough to make even the mosquitoes feel overqualified.