Some time last week summer rolled in. We felt it overnight and suddenly we were splashing in the baby pool and harvesting the first of the late spring radishes.
Mother's day was full of sweet surprises. Blake and I ended the day drinking wine on the front porch, the sky looked wounded and the streets were alive with the sounds of children still up past their bedtimes.
During one warm afternoon, Abigail and I made a tile pathway through the garden with some marble tiles a friend had given me. Other days we lie with our noses in the grass looking for bugs. Sometimes the girls gather sticks for bird nests and we always travel to the park at least once. We're all swung out and it's wonderful.
My dear friend Laura is getting married, and in celebration we traveled through the Gorge only to stop at every vineyard we encountered. I've lived in Oregon for six years and only just discovered the wine country. It was warm and rummy and beautiful in every way and I promised Blake we'd return together soon.
Last week we took Abigail to pick out a pinata for her birthday. She was so excited and decided on a very traditional star pinata. I can't shake the image of her running down the street back to the car. She was a little girl with a star trailing streamers in the wind. She was three-almost-four.
There is magic in that.