Breakfast this morning. From scratch. Real butter. Don't you want some?
Last of the garden tomatoes. We left so many hanging on the vines, rotting. Too busy and too hot these last weeks.
Last batch of spaghetti sauce.
I've been wanting one of these for SO LONG! I must be a very primitive human because I love to stare at fire, and at water. Won't this be great this fall, on crisp evenings? Philip wants to fire it up for marshmallows. That'll be the next blog!