At Last

Last weekend, it was so cold outside we had the woodstove burning to keep our house warm. This weekend, it was shorts and flip-flops, and our first firepit of the year. I don't think we've ever had our two fire seasons so close to overlapping.

The season of grubby fingers and smoky hair is upon us.

Time for a certain Bailey-dog to slowly creep those paws closer and closer, until someone has pity and sneaks a tidbit of Summer to him.

And... OH! Those ooey-gooey, crispy-crunchy, melt-in-your-mouth, sticky-chocolatey treats!

Right there... that chair is where you'll find me just as often as can be managed. Stop in one of these warm Summer nights and I'll pull up another chair for you.