Hello, July

We are making hay here, quite literally, in the summer that emerged hot and heavy from what had appeared to be a never-ending damp and dreary season of in between.

 The berries and the hay fields and the boys are happy for the sunshine.

The girls and I are happy for the heat, grateful for the riverbar and the little glamper parked in the woods.

I am working on projects, creative and fun, and working on my year's ambition: To lead a quiet life of work with my hands (1 Thes. 4:11). A little quiet never hurt a country girl.