It’s been a summer, with highlights and struggles.
We’ve been weaving.
Working, and playing, outdoors.
Enjoying the lake.
Over-indulging, on ice cream, adult beverages, and catnip.
I’ve been inordinately thrilled with my first food crop—a total of about 30 raspberries from two forlorn bushes we planted last year.
We’ve spent lots of time with family members. We’ve seen a good deal of the ones we are closest to, and treasured every minute, and we had a chance to spend time with cousins I hadn’t seen in 25 years.
Don and I participated in our first craft show as weavers—we had a perfect summer day, great feedback on our weaving, and a fine number of sales.
It hasn’t all been sunshine and cocktails and easy living, though.
One of our number, a man we love, is struggling with scary health issues and we are trying to do all we can to support him.
It’s like a dark cloud encroaching on a sunny day . . . that cloud hovers there and distracts us from carefree joys of summer, causes deep concern for what comes next, brings a measure of dread.
I will hold summer in my heart, though, and remember that even on the darker days, this time is precious, every single moment of all the days.
So much going on . . . I haven’t had so much time for, or felt much like, writing. But your writing and your photos buoy me. Keep those summer posts coming . . .
Love Those "Hands at Home" 