The posts have really been trickling in here, havne't they? I've been feeling a bit under the weather the last few days, with some sort of weird traveling-induced flu. Despite the brain haze, I've been taking lots of pictures, quietly enjoying all this summery goodness.
I really can't get enough of it. Real breezes. All the green. Flowers blooming like they've nothing better to do. Herbs from the garden. Walking in my twirly skirt. Getting devoured by mosquitos in my twirly skirt. Okay, so everything but the last bit.
I once believed that perfect summer evenings existed only in Jane Austen novels and Martha Stewart Living. I stand corrected. Last night we had the most wonderful dinner ever. Of all time. It was that good. The boys made pancetta wrapped rabbit with beluga lentils, in a grainy mustard ice-wine jus. Jena and I set the table with vintage linens and filled my new Small Stump birch tubes with daisies from the garden. Chinese lanterns at sunset. Did I mention the wine?...oh the wine.
The amount of loveliness was obscene.
We leave for Canada tomorrow on another 10 hour drive...after which I will probably need to sleep for a few thousand years. Eventually I will plop myself in front of a bowl of fresh Okanagan cherries and get down to some sewing. Definately looking forward to that.
Wishing you all a marvelous week (full of chinese lanterns, lovely evenings, sticking it to Jane Austen and all that...).