During the summer, dinner is a casual affair.
Summer dining.
Summer 2016, Day 12
When bubbles attack.
Run for your life, little one.
Summer 2016, Day 11
Found this little guy helping out in the orchard.
Ladybug help.
Summer 2016, Day 10
The BBQ got momentarily out of control. Thankfully the burgers were saved and everyone ate their fill.
Flame broiled burgers.
Summer 2016, Day 9
Taking a drive near the largest open pit copper mine in the world.
Kennecott Copper Mine from a distance.
Summer 2016, Day 8
Summer may be hot, but the water is cold.
Summer 2016, Day 7
Came home to a driveway of chalk pastel drawings. The kids have been busy.
Anonymous kid art on the driveway.
Summer 2016, Day 6
Getting them out of the sandbox was like pulling teeth. Glad they like playing there.
Sandbox aftermath.
Summer 2016, Day 5
Our peach and nectarine trees are overloaded with fruit. Time to thin them. Thankfully, Marathon Girl is helping.
Marathon Girl hiding in the nectarine tree.
Summer 2016, Day 4
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-- John McCrae