this past month has been like a tangled ball of yarn. soft and warm and brightly colourful and all wrapped up together. hot summer days and cool rainy ones. in and out of the garden. to and from the beach. piles of laundry and lots of groceries and meals and dishes. and books and games and music. and kisses and hugs.
tomorrow we take eamon back to st. john's and on sunday we return to quiet and order and long days without interuption. and we'll miss them.
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