Before we head out to the fabulous Northeast Unschooling Conference, our second, I'll leave you with a bit of what some of our summer has looked like.
Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows, part 2, of course.
Evening swims in very cold water.
And the sandy walk back up the hill.
The July heat wave. Wrapping freezer packs and putting them in the guinea pig cage and discovering their fondness for frozen wild Maine blueberries. Sympathizing with the miserable cats. The day I picked the kids up at camp and the temperature read 106F-in Maine. Closing all the windows and shutters inside and then opening them back up, realizing a hot sea breeze was better than none.
Spicy Indian food outside one of those still, humid evenings.
Another day at Sebago Lake.
That morning we saw the hotel and night club fire downtown.
Visiting friends and their new home and farm and helping with a bit of painting before their fifth baby arrives (any day now).
The everyday things, like making dinner, cleaning house, picking tomatoes and basil from our garden, hanging laundry and making enough dough for what turned out the be four trays of cinnamon rolls, four French loaves and four honey wheat loaves. Just the usual.
Watching guinea pigs nap. Feeding guinea pigs veggies from the garden. Laughing as they roll tomatoes around and dribble seeds down their chins.
And lately, looking for rainbows as the storms roll in, grateful for the rains soaking the garden in a matter of minutes and loving the periwinkle light of the evening, summer sky in August.