One last hello before unplugging for a week!

 

 

 

Girl at low tide

Girl at high tide: "Where's the rocks?!"

house sitting

The rain came and went and the cicadas were so loud it felt like they might actually be inside our heads. We ate sun-hot cherry tomatoes by the mouthful, standing at the vine. When I was a kid I used to study and study the seed catalogues and choose as much by name as anything. Blood Gulch, Valhalla, Summer Cider, Fireworks, Eva's Purple Ball, Radiator Charlie's Mortgage Lifter....

A house where the outside is a part of the inside is a good kind of house to be in.

Some people came to visit. We made a lot of kale slaw. We shucked a lot of corn. We ate and ate and ate.

And mostly, we were here.

August begins...

Little girl, big wind.

Climber, with three-legged dog.

Prairie.