I've reached the point of summer excitement.

It's no fun when the only

bit of summer joy is just in a vase on

your dining room table.

Wildflowers are for running among,

in a field, not just drinking

out of the milk glass on the mantle.

To start things off, Davey and I split a tub of

lavender-honey ice cream.

There are blueberries from Michigan

in the fridge, and once the heat cools down

they will be baked in pie crust with orange zest.

Although tomorrow morning

some will accidentally find their way

into my yogurt for breakfast.

And last night we watched a (free!!) horror movie

double feature at The Music Box .

You MUST watch REC 1 and REC 2 if you like summer scares!

Whoa.  Popcorn and  movies on a steamy sumer night = BLISS!

And there are some day trips planned for

the dunes.  I want tan lines on my toes

from my sandals, sand on my skin and

the sunshine to call new freckles.

A trip to Minnesota for a few days is

planned to visit with Davey's family.

LAKE LYFE.

I should have that tattooed on Old English on my back.

(Don't worry Mom, I am not going to do that).

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I am ready for some picnics with

peach and arugula salad,

tuna salad sandwiches,

and laying lazily on a blanket

in the shade.

Making sun tea on the porch and watching the

cardinals and robins sing.

And a few more walks around the

 Ukrainian Village gardens.

And a camping trip for two nights

with kayaking during the day

and star gazing at night.

Summer is a pretty fine time.

xo!