Yikes. I love summers, but most of the time, I feel like I get no weekends in the summer. It is go, go, go! And Sunday night rolls around. What?! What do you mean I have to go back to work?! You mean I don’t get a three-month vacation anymore during the warm, sunny and glorious months? Even in a state (and city) where on average there are 228 cloudy days?! Oh-kay. That stinks… A LOT.
But, I must go on and continue being an adult. The the pictures in this post were carefully chosen to reflect a peaceful and relaxing weekend. Not pictured: stacking firewood, hacking firewood, taking the wheelbarrow up and down umpteen times full of firewood, dirt, sweat and tears.
the little orange notebook 