The little dude is "this" close to crawling. He gets up on all fours and rocks himself, then turns to a tearful mess when he can't quite figure out how to propel himself forward. Much as I want him to take that giant leap of progress forward, I'm also hoping he stretches out the time it takes to get there. I know that once he starts moving, there's no turning back. All bets are off. His middle names is "Wild" for a reason and I'm in the final month and a half of book writing! Bide your time there, little fella. Bide your time.
Next weekend we're heading north to Burnsville (the town where my mother and grandmother hang their respective hats), for the annual Lavender festival held at Mountain Farm. It's truly one of the highlights of the year for Hubs and I, and now we get to extend the fun to our "Peanut Sauce." I'll take photos and share our escapades with you.
The fireflies are out here. There's lots of lemonade being consumed. We picked up a swimming pool for Huxley, big enough to fit all of us in it. The ceiling fans are on near constant circulation. The wine berries are getting close to ripening and the garden is full of future eats. There's honey soon to be extracted and green grass and twilight cold beer on the patio. I'm planning an old-fashioned "Ice Cream Social" out here for my 35th b-day in July. In short, goodness abounds.
Wherever you are, whatever you're up to, may it be grand.
*Did you know that clicking on the photos with your mouse enables you to magnify their size? Get a load of that leg chunk. Hard to believe this tiny Mr. Universe was such a shrimp when he came home from the hospital!