Summertime

Saturday, July 18, 2015


We drove home, across the Mississippi River toward the bluffs, and I remembered again, again, again, how much I love Iowa and its dewy, hot summers.

Summers with...

dinners under oak trees...


(complete with Dutch oven-baked blueberry cakes)


...kayaks on the pond (but not for long--these two are off on another expedition)...



...and just ahead? Long bike rides, longer car rides, a couple fishing trips, and one or two more hot and sweaty truck rides to the livestock auction barn (because it's not all play around here in the summertime...).

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