Summer has finally seemed to appear here in Vermont and I couldn't be happier. Eric's farm no longer resembles the mud pits of the Glastonbury Festival and I'm able to bike to and from work without a jacket (or legwarmers). I always seem have a "bucket list" of sorts at the start of each summer. . . it usually consists of tubing down a river, eating at least one creemee a week, and going berry picking. Let's hope I can at least manage the creemee part.
Pitchy boy. . . he's been diagnosed with prostate cancer but seems to be doing well. Back to chasing squirrels, lounging on his back (legs in the air) and looking up at us adoringly.
Eric looking muy guapo at a friend's birthday brunch. . . always the entertainer this boy is.
Laying some remay over the mustard greens and arugula. Eric recruited me to come help him right after i'd walked in the door from my "butts and guts" class at the YMCA. I was obviously feeling quite buff in this photo.
Letting the under-cut get some air with a flipped over braid.
These boxers will ensure happy dreams no?
bracelets and wind breakers
not bad for .50 cents a piece. I'm planning on wearing the bright green tank to my next Zumba class. It's one of those tank tops with gigantic arm holes. yes.
Pitch is king of the farm shed
Ok, so i never cared about, or for, babies until now. But, one of my favorite friends had one 8 months ago and i'm totally obsessed with him. He's a straight up stunner. The puppy's pretty cute too i guess. . .
my beloved bike, thank you for quickly transporting me everywhere i need to go. And i promise, as soon as i have $60 in my bank account i'll get you all tuned up.
Cait. The Great.
I took these shots right before the fireworks on the Fourth of July. These children were so magical. Dancing around in the light with bubbles floating everywhere.
Louden!! playing in my backyard's newest addition . . . a blow-up pool!! A pretty big one at that~