Often, just as fun as a summer outing to the beach, is the everyday kind of outing to the backyard. The kind of lazy summer afternoons that involve: chapter after swing/snack/sandbox/bike ride-interrupted-chapter of what is surely our most-read family book (thank you dear Amy and family for this beautiful Lizbeth Zwerger version); blocks brought outside to construct a log cabin 'for gram to live in right next to our house'; dolls brought out to nap in the sun, but only after a little lullabye; and the ultimate treat of the first of the backyard blueberry season.
Oh, yes. This is good.