It’s an annual tradition, but the girls were pretty shy this year and no deal. The tomatoes, as we affectionately call them, did not get nearly enough sun and warmth to turn air, water and sunlight into magical, red globes of sweet acidity. The fire inside of the big house didn’t even go out until July 3rd! Every summer is a different combination of sun, warmth and rain and so every year’s crop is so different. But of course, we still managed to enjoy the bounty of the garden and have fun!
rafting with Liz 
Queens of the mountain
mmmmm
roadside photos and picnicking 
through the 2-mile tunnel
