We made corn and gluten free home-made marshmallows.  I think it’s the closest I’ve ever come to slipping into a diabetic coma.

I was unreasonably nervous about leaving home for the first time.  What would become of our gardens?  Most irrationally; would it all still be here when we get back?  All’s well.  Our lovely neighbor held down the fort and kept Eden well watered in our stead.

There was very little swimming.  I think the deepest I ever made it was over my ankles.  The kids were a bit more adventurous, but mostly there was a lot of sand play and catch in sweaters.  We left the beach and came home to a mini-heatwave where we would have been glad of some water to jump in to!

I knitted the entire body of an adult sweater.  I brought my need point, all stalled out on the the letter ‘F’, thinking it would be lovely to stitch away on the beach.  I carried it many places with me and got it all sandy and managed approximately 4 more stitches.

The latest roasting obsession?  Olives.  These are the kinds of things that happen when you go camping with Elijah.  They’re good though.  Warm and mellow and smokey.

We’ve been back for four days now and every day except for one was spent away from home.  By Sunday’s end-of-season baseball party, it was all I could do to force myself back out the door.  I’m so glad to be home this morning!  With a whole week completely and blissfully devoid of outside plans.  The only exception being a possible in-town strawberry picking excursion with friends, if the weather allows.  Otherwise it’s just going to be us, at home and in the garden.  I feel so bad about Steve having to go back to work today!  I think we’ll have to find a way to make his homecoming extra pleasant.  I was thinking of extending the camp-like fun with dinner cooked over a fire, but it looks like rain.  Perhaps some spicy papadums and a foot rub with sweet orange oil?