We have just returned from a truly delightful trip "up north," as the natives say, which means driving two and a half hours to a big lake in the northern part of the state where it is beautiful and full of lakes and beaches and where you go just to be on vacation because there isn't much else up there. I read a whole book. We threw Alla into the pool. The kids thoroughly enjoyed the jetted bathtub. We breathed deeply in that vacation-like way.
Now that we're back and the laundry has been folded (notice I did not say put away, yet), I can start digging out from under a massive pile of summer pictures. And perhaps even posting some of them.