Long weekends can be so refreshing and magical. If I ran the world weekends would be at least 3 days, but having four days to do as I wished was quite heavenly. If you look closely you may catch sight of the hawk, that lives in the trees near the garden, and soars over our neighborhood.
We've shared much of our garden produce, because there is no way we can eat it all. Cheryl invited us to dinner and we brought along freshly harvested potatoes, which she turned into roasted potato stacks. Easy to make, easy to eat, oh my, they were good.
Since I've been holding out and not sharing my latest finished shawls, Cheryl's hubby, aka "The Pontiff", and my Smith were good sports and showed them off to maximum effect. Smith is wearing Snow Drops and Snap Peas and The Pontiff is the delighted model of Live Oak.
When Ravelry received their second order of the commemorative bags (2,000,000 Ravelrers and 5 years!), I had to order one. It arrived the same day as surprise package from Kym! (You should check out her on-going travelogue.) The little blue flower attached is from Estonia.
The skies this weekend had me in their thrall. Thunderstorms brewed on the horizon and an hour later there would be a drenching rain. The storm would last only minutes and then rush across the mountains leaving dry air in its wake.
Summer is far from over (much to the chagrin of many of you) and I'm going to enjoy its charms as long as I can.If only every weekend could be this delightful, but now it's back to the workweek (3 days is better than 5) and the bustle of every day life.