The girls have been picking raspberries in the riot of canes that was once an organized flower bed. They've developed a "We pick it, you bake it" philosophy. It is only the beginning of the season, and already I've made one batch of raspberry muffins from their labors.
Tomorrow is Big E's first day of his summer holiday. The weather has started its long put off summer warm up. I was honestly hoping this would be the Summer of My Dreams where the temperature never rose above 85 all summer long, and that the average would stay firmly in the 70's... but my dreams are to be dashed upon the rocks of rising mercury. Pah.