Update from Summer

I've been thinking a lot about letters and how I hardly ever write them anymore. Quite frankly, it feels weird to send a card or a note through the mail and since they inevitably go unanswered (although getting a response is not the motivating factor behind the writing) I often wonder if my letters, cards and notes actually arrive where I've sent them.

This is not a manifesto. No announcement that I'm returning to letter writing with a vengeance. I'm just feeling the loss, wondering what I might do about it. Does anyone still write letters? Do you?

But wait, I promised an update didn't I?

We are awash in tomatoes. These are "Juliet" tomatoes, a cross between cherry and grape, not as sweet as grape. Despite their size, they pack a lot of big tomato flavor.

In an unrelated note, Frank stumbled upon a snail habitat underneath a water sprinkler on Father's Day. A good deal of time was spent finding these little guys a new home.

One of the joys of this summer (so far) has been a resurgence of lego building which might explain why these guys were staring me down at breakfast this morning.
(I like that Max has supplied wine glasses for his minifigs.)

I was noticing while I downloaded these pictures that every shot I take at the pool looks the same, blue water, blue sky, quarry walls. The only thing that changes is the length of Max's hair.

We have been enthralled by paper airplanes for the last couple of weeks. Frank have Max have not only made a shelf full of various designs but they've been collecting data on their flight performance.

Max is very serious about data collection and graphs and also diagrams.

And here lies my abandoned yoga mat and gym bag...

I'm going back next week.