It's that time of the year. The time when we make our way back to what we consider paradise and all its attendant luxuries.
|The view from our back porch|
|Lots of canning|
|Finished the socks I'd started on the bike ride.|
|Working on a shawl using the yarn I bought in Granville, Ohio.|
|Rereading Watership Down. This is my original copy and contains a hilarious synopsis I wrote when I was probably in middle school. Oh, the oversimplification.|
|Okay, this I saw at a rest stop on our way here; I appreciate the bookish take on the mudflap girl.|