Me. Happy at the end of a perfect summer day. I say perfect because it nearly was.
It started early with coffee and Kinfolk in the garden. I came inside after hanging clothes and whispered in Charlotte's ear. I was hoping to entice her to get up and go raspberry picking but she didn't fall for it and instead fell back to sleep. So it was my sidekick and I that headed to the farm and filled our baskets and, if you were him, your belly, with sweet berries.
It was supper time when we packed a picnic and headed to the lake where we cooled off and built castles in the sand.
That was the beginning of what was supposed to be a short week that has in fact felt incredibly long. But I see more summer days like this ahead although they will be somewhat few and far between. Just this morning Court wondered aloud why I worked so much this summer and questioned when my next day off would be. Tomorrow, dear child, tomorrow.