We are approaching my favorite time of year. Summer is bumping into fall and the mornings are filled with a chilly mist that hangs over trees. It's almost time for hot tea and old books and new, perfectly folded jeans. But until then, summer feels sweeter than ever as it gently slips away. That liminality (and apple orchards) are powerful, and I love it more each year.

  

This weekend was full and relaxing in one of those good for the soul, refreshing ways.

It was muggy and it rained and then it was sunny again, and it really felt like a good, slow summer weekend.

Peaches in the kitchen--they get bruised and soft so fast but taste like heaven either way.

I slept in a bit, drank my coffee slowly, and didn't leave the house but once. I caught up on blogs, got a few pages of Les Miserables read, painted my nails, washed my hair, finished editing an essay, and wrote up a little something for a few friends. Rob and I took Rocky for a walk and came home to give him a bath, which is always a struggle but always so darn cute. We finished Game of Thrones, opening up some room for us to catch up on True Blood. Life's not too bad.

How was your weekend? Here's to another week!

We took a vacation at home this weekend.

Life gets a little crazy sometimes, and my family is particularly bad about taking the lake for granted when things get busy. So when I got this new job, we decided to cancel our annual beach trip and spend a weekend fully soaking up our home and appreciating just how lucky we are to live on the water year-round. We stayed home, hung out together, ate seafood, took a billion pictures, boated everywhere, got in the pool, and sat outside for hours.

  

On Saturday, Sean and Rob set up an old projector and a sheet outside and we watched the Olympics under the stars. Summer nights, fireflies, and a homemade outdoor theater: this is what dreams are made of. 

Hope you had a beautiful weekend, too. Happy Monday!