Waking up to summer sunshine. Alex making waffles out on the deck. The kids and their sleepover friends. Listening to their barely awake conversations and the birds chirping. A trip to the farmer's market. Chance meetings with old friends, chats about the garden tour. Jokes traded with the farmers. Going home with a basket full of green beans, red potatoes, blueberries, lobsters and clams.
A day at the beach. Long chats with friends. Braving massive amounts of seaweed (and the riptide). Watching the cormorant fish close to shore. A little sunburn. Naps in beach chairs. Long hours swimming in the ocean. And no photos taken because I was just that lazy. The towels and suits drying on the deck are the only evidence we spent the day at the beach.
Sweet, iced tea after showering off the seaweed. Feeling sleepy. Making a simple summer dinner with all local foods. Cooking outside and keeping the heat out of the kitchen. The kids cracking lobsters. The tired sillys. The sleepy boy, not so sure about this lobster thing.
Making fire at dusk in our fire pit. Roasting marshmallows. Singing together. Snuggles and hugs and giggles around the fire.
Sun-kissed skin against cool sheets. Evening sea breeze gusting. Goodnight kisses. Falling asleep reading good books. Tired bodies. Sleeping at the end of a simple day, well spent.