Let me tell you, raspberry-cherry jam is wonderful. Much superior to plain raspberry jam with that bit of tartness added and I will make it again. Plus it set up beautifully.
Mr. B enjoyed a win in his final league game of the season. Tonight Mr. B wraps up his league season and we end tournament baseball this weekend. I raise my Sundrop slushie to the coaches who have made this summer possible. (Heck, I'll include myself, bookkeeper, dugout manager and general Girl Friday on league nights.)
The shed project continues to dominate the front yard view:
I prudently didn't take any pictures of bare-chested men because I don't write that kind of blog. Trust me, there are many bare-chested men crawling all over the place these days.
More positive reinforcement on the writing front. Someone saw this post and contacted me about republishing it. This conversation also led to a possible freelance position writing for a magazine and some excellent publicity for the novel I've yet to get published. If the published excerpt is well-received, I might skip shopping it around altogether and independently publish the book. I'll keep you posted.
We've got kids snapping beans like nobody's business here. It's one of the very few chores I don't need to beg/coerce/threaten them to do
The pear trees are heavy with fruit and black eyed susans have started to bloom.
The prairie is so bright it dazzles me. I hear crickets all the time, one of summer's best sounds.
There you go--I'm submerged in a garden and children and writing and construction trucks.
Spill it, reader. What surrounds you these days?