chiggidy diggidy do
I have no idea why I chose that title…only that our summer seems to have fallen into the kind of groove given to whistling and humming little ditties.
Over this weekend we doubled our garden. More work was done on the treehouse, after Firstborn got ahold of some pallet wood. Sunshine created a CD cover for her girl-band with a friend, The Strawberry Blondes. Evenings were filled with latin and spanish with dad with a little grammar and spelling tossed in. The two oldest packed for camp and are now gone: Firstborn off to a week of boyscout camp and Sunshine in North Carolina for Orthodox camp.
W is happily looking forward to having his parents “all mine”, as he says, knowing he’ll have to share with R.K but that it’s no big deal….they’ll just pile on the bed in the morning and snuggle. This week we’ll pick squash and green beans from the garden; maybe we’ll have tomatoes by the next. The summer program across the street continues with folk dancing and art and stories. It seems a perfect week for a raspberry pie and some lemonade.
