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The summer is dissolving and I don't mind. The summer is more here than it has ever been. It is filling my mornings with hot August sun and my afternoons with soggy beach bags. I've forgotten to blog (not that anyone is reading here anymore) and it's okay. I'm so happy to tell you my knees are tanned and my heart is full. That is what a balmy August will do for you.

Anyway, even though my children hate to nap I'm going to start writing again. I'm going to find a new space though and I'm thinking of calling it, "The Little House Project." This little condo of ours that we can't sell has become a bit of a project and we're loving where it's taking us, both house wise and beyond. I've been documenting projects, photographing the summer girls, and spending time relishing the sun beams.

It's not a perfect life. It's just a happy one. And I'm so grateful. (This is an aside mostly for myself so that mid January when I'm up to my neck in my "blue phase" I can remember the feel of an oscillating fan on my neck, the sounds of a sunburned husband rolling ice around in his water glass, and the quiet that appears once the children, berried and blushed, have finally slumbered.)