OK, now it's summer.

Perhaps eleven is an excessive number of photographs for one post. What the heck, though.

I didn't touch a computer for three days.

The kids made tye-dye shirts, cinnamon-chocolate ice cream, stayed up too late to mention, watching borderline-questionable movies, and slept like babies until well into the morning.

They bravely dove headlong into a muddy three acre pond, which this mother would rather not have to jump into to save them. (But I would! I promise!)

The grown-ups did a fair share of their regular work, then quit for the day, drank very good wine, made a lot (a lot) of really good food, and slept...well, maybe not quite like babies.

I read somewhere in blog-land recently (and if you are the one who said it, please remind me, because I can't find you now) that vacation is meant to be so much fun, but you really spend the time waiting to go back home. Or something along those lines.

I don't at all mean to imply that I didn't have the best time I could hope for, but only that, in the end, I do love coming home most of all.

I suppose that's the best I could hope for.

Glad to be home, but boy, was that fun. Thanks for reading.
tt