I love summer parties.
When I can run outside in bare feet to my garden while there is still dew on the grass to cut fresh flowers to set here and there. .
the bungalow feels ready.
I didn't take many pictures ..
but the memories are tucked away deep in my heart.
One day. .
I'll tell her ..
how it was my greatest honor to invite those that love her for her first high tea.
She was completely disinterested in the goings on.
Beautifully wrapped packages and oohs and ahhs didn't impress her one bit.
Freshly born . .
"stuff" just doesn't matter to her.
There is no yearning for that which she does not have . .
nor does she worry one spec about tomorrow.
and she is at peace with everyone.
As I write this..
the rain is pouring on the tent. . .
and I'm loving it.
All for now . .