welcoming summer

It sure does feel like mid summer is approaching.  Our weekend was full of the signals of her arrival.

Bags full of sweet red clover, now drying in the attic, getting ready to sweeten our cups of winter tea.

Swallowtail and bumblebee join us in the gardens.

We make our father's day trip to the Old Tool Shed in Genoa, where papa feasts his eyes on a myriad of hand tools (and leaves with just a few).

We follow the river north to grampy's where we celebrate (always) with fire and water and a grilling on the deck.

We check out something new, and join nonnie at the end of her chalked poem on the street.

We return home to brimming gardens, a hive of new bees, and dusty little feet not hitting the sheets til well after 9 o'clock.

Yes, I do believe she is here.