Girls making birds' nests from mud and leaves, grass and pine needles.
Toddler following everyone around, waiting for his chance to get in on the action.
Girls switch to making fairy gardens out of moss.
Sun kissed noses.
Screen door banging open and shut as kids come in and out, in and out.
Sandal tan lines.
Lazy mornings, pjs, piles of books.
A raw spot in the yard for the pitcher's mound, rubbed bare from hours of ball each day.
Neighborhood bike rides.
Late breakfasts and late dinners with ice cream in between.
Girl reading her book on the front porch.
Bare feet in freshly mowed grass.
Watermelon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Dirt in the bottom of the bathtub.
Evenings spent at the ball field.
Hikes and wildflowers.
Breeze through window.
Family read alouds at all hours of the day and night.
Exploring new spaces.
Getting to know new puppies.
Getting gnawed on by new puppies.
Loving new puppies.
Sloppy Colorado peaches, juice dripping everywhere.
Aspen's bright green leaves.
Summer, apparently, is not for blogging. Oops.
|beautiful photo, not taken by yours truly|
What does summer mean to you?