The next morning our campground neighbor was tidying up on his campsite. I asked if he was the guitar player and singer from the previous night. He indicated that he was. I complemented him, and told him of my enjoyment. Shortly thereafter, we Dreamers left the campground on an adventure.
As we returned, I noticed some Hydrangeas on our picnic table. Along with the flowers there were a few pieces of firewood (and more by our campfire ring), and a hand-labeled CD of music. I felt like I had a secret admirer!