Sunday

It's minutes before midnight. Where did the hours go? Surely not to a leisurely breakfast. That's a fifteen minute affair.






To garden work? Nah... It's too warm and too buggy still.






Some part of the day went to a hike. Ed and I returned to our favorite nearby trail (Ice Age, near Brooklyn). Oh, we enjoyed it, but we were surprised at how buggy it was. So we did hike...






... but we did not linger. At least not beyond the minutes I spent admiring the monarchs.






At the peak point, we do a selfie.






Here's the view:






Back in the forest...






Looking out over the prairie. Whoa, this could be Tuscany!





The evening was complicated. Ed and I went over to the young family's home. He'll be throwing an eye on the water accumulation in their basement. I would be chasing Snowdrop.

In the end, he and Snowdrop's dad replaced a sump pump and Snowdrop and her mom came to the farmhouse where I finished up dinner preparations. With a lot of snacking on the part of the hungry girl.






... and helping gaga cook.






When the men return from the pump job, Snowdrop is delighted.   
Ah-ah read!
Snowdrop, say please.  
Pleeeeese!






Good job, little one!






By the time we eat it's plenty dark. Snowdrop moves from highchair to big people chair.






She is happy. And yes, we are as well.  Big grins, deep sighs of relief. And a fine meal, outside still. Happy. For sure.