ah, summer.

8-o'-clockwork orange

specialest day

for m & s, on the anniversary of your birth: a few moments from our (very early) morning of thinking and talking and giggling about you, and trying to send love to our best gals..

mini harvest #1

i take back what i said about the peas not producing. i was just being a bit impatient. judging by the number of lovely white buds on those absurdly tall stalks, we are going to be up to our knees in peas over the next few weeks. well done, gideon!

wise guy, eh?

yesterday was the first cool(er) day in a while. the daddy was quite ill on & off all day so he was home & laying low. i got a lot done and was washing dishes (one of the final things on my long list) when joe called out, "jane, can you come here?" i dried my hands, thinking he had, say, some important creative musing or business issue or physical ailment he needed me to help him consider... i followed his voice to find him lounging in the hammock with gideon, and before i even reached them, before i was even able to respond with a "yes, what is it?", he heard my nearing footsteps and said, "could you please crochet me an afgan?"

(unfortunately i am one of the few people who encourage joe's ridiculous sense of humor by laughing when, well, no one really should.)