Rather than trying to string two coherent sentences together this weekend - everyone needs a break now and then - I decided to grab our camera and put together a little photo essay, mainly to update the backyard color I've been documenting for the past few months. I know I've already been excessive in this genre, but it seems like every day some new incredible thing materializes outside our door, and we didn't plant any of it - it's all inherited from the previous owner - so I'm really just a messenger of sorts.
The image above probably should have been included in yesterday's post, which featured Madison splashing into my parents' pool after flying down the slide. Today's photo, taken moments later, is my much more leisurely view of the sky from a float bobbing around on the surface of the water.
The montage of naturally-occurring color is followed by a shot of Gwen enjoying this morning's coffee and paper sitting at the new outdoor table that arrived Friday. We had pizza out there as a family that night, it was nice, and should be a good option for the rest of the summer and even into the fall. We are certainly taking our best shot at milking "bucolic, park-like grounds" out of 1/3 of an acre.
The final photo is the image and message that greets us at the bottom of the stairs every morning, courtesy of one of Madison's school projects. When it first came home I'll confess to being slightly disappointed she didn't opt for something more seasonal and substantive, like "Let's Go Mets!" But, now that we've had some time to live with it, I have to say it's a pretty nice thought at the beginning of the day.