Earlier this week, I wrote that June was slipping away unnoticed. While at times it's unavoidable, there comes a point in one's day when stop is all but necessary. This week finds us up to our elbows in sawdust and wood flooring. Our bed stands as a lonely oasis amidst drywall tools, trim pieces, an air compressor, and random remodeling bits. A blessing, of sorts, the chaos has forced us outside.
We've been whipping up quick dinners, hot dogs (for the boys) and portobellos (for me) on the grill, the freshest local garden salads, sauteed veggies. Stacking our plates high, we stride outside to eat on the deck, a stolen hour here and there to breathe, chat, and come together in our home.