….and after a summer of running around in pajamas and rubber boots (Callum), drinking coffee in the sunshine on the deck (me) and playing in the sand box (Gareth) it was time to pack up and say good-bye to our summer home.
September has been a nutso month for us, so this was actually the last weekend in August.
It felt like fall. The leaves had started to turn and there was a definite chill to the air. It shouldn’t have been, no way in August, but mother nature knew it was our last of the season.
A weekend of ice cream smiles, dance parties, playing ball with dad, Gareth playing with his new toy (Canon A1 film camera) and plaid plaid plaid.
Summer has been pretty perfect.