The longest days of the year are really in spring, you know. By the time the first day of summer is over, the days are already getting shorter. These are the busy days, the flower-filled days, the can't we stay up just a bit longer days. We had a thundershower today, so rare on the Palouse, and this one even came with hail. After watching it for twenty minutes, my husband and I both looked at each other and said, "I hope the plants are OK!" They were, although the lettuce is looking a little rough. Fortunately, my hubby doesn't like big chunks of lettuce leaf in his salad, so now it comes pre-chopped! But rain makes the garden wet and grow-y, and I love walking in the garden after a storm.
Putting my son to bed, it seemed like nothing could be a better finale to the weekend than watching the last, soft light of the day fall across his cheek. Love.
