I haven’t done one of these posts in a long time and honestly, I miss them.  Just to remind you, Mama Kats comes up with amazing writing prompts each week to get you inspired. 
This week’s is…
“How did your love affair with Coffee begin? (Or Diet Coke or Tea or whatever your beverage of choice might be.) (inspired by Buried With Children)”
Boy oh boy, does she know me or what?
Lent is almost over and I will soon be able to partake in my beloved coffee again.
It’s time to come clean…I’ve actually cheated three times and I’ll have to make Lent last longer for myself because of it, but still.
I’m a 10 cup of coffee (or espresso or latte or cappucino…)/day girl so maybe falling off the wagon 3x isn’t so terrible?
Cheating is still cheating though.
So how did it all begin?
When I was 17 I spent the summer as a Junior Ranger with the Ministry of Natural Resources way up North in Kirkland Lake. 
We canoed, thinned trees, built culverts, cleaned campsites…all as a group of 25, 17 year old girls. 
In other words we had a ball. 
First time seriously away by myself.
First time away and pretending to be my own person.
The only catch was that we needed to get up VERY early every morning and it was usually cold.
The only fix?
Massive cups of coffee often taken with us to whatever job placement we had that day and later turned into ice coffee if we ever had any leftover.
The day that seriously hooked me though was the one where we were on a two week portage. 
It was my day to get up and make breakfast for everyone and I meandered down to the lake just before I woke everyone up with my cup of coffee.
Rich, thick camp coffee.
I hunkered down in my work boots at the edge of the water with mist rising all around me from the cold night and the warm day colliding to share my cup with a heron that was enjoying his morning bath and a few fish that were silly enough not to stay clear of him.

i just love herons
Heron-not mine though
25 years later I can still feel that hot, steel cup in my hand, hear the splash of the waves and the smell of the fire I lit to cook our breakfast.
That’s coffee to me.
Hmm Coffee ^_^