Someone was playing under the mulberry tree the other day
Summer has come. Life grows busier with each day. Suddenly I’m working part time and the sun is out longer and there are party invitations to make and pot lucks to attend. Silence and quiet are rare and treasured. There are bike rides and scootering, playing with friends and neighbors. Lots of books being read and new ideas formed. I have so much more I want to share but there’s summer rice salad to make for that potluck and stars to glue on cards. Tomorrow the boys are off to see Grandpa for the day more then. Oh did I mention the garden and the good food coming out of it or my battle with thistle?