Pretty Peas
I love summertime. I love the sunshine and the relaxing, unscheduled time with my children. Summertime and me are like peas and carrots. Know what I mean? Summertime is an open-ended invitation to stumble onto silly, extraordinary wonderfulness posing as everyday nothingness. Oh Summertime, take your shoes off and stay a while, won't you? This morning we met some friends at our local farmer's market where we browsed and bought all sorts of exciting summer produce. (I do believe that heaven will smell like peaches.) After a challenging brunch with my overtired toddler, we headed home with our cache of fruits and veggies. The grumpy toddler was down for the count, so the rest of us girls took advantage of the peace and played cards. We also giggled non-stop and ate all of the strawberries we had bought this morning. At one point my nine year old laughed so hard, bits of strawberry came out of her nose. That's how you know...