Scenes from a weekend spent with dear and old friends in the woods of New Hampshire - where conversations sometimes twenty years old are picked up and started right where they left off; where memories are relived, retold, replayed, all while new ones are simultaneously being made; where sandy toes and exhausted, blissed-out children who have known each other their whole lives fill the beds each night; where fish are caught and canoes paddled and each year brings another child old/big/brave enough to jump off the rope swing; where there is far too much fabulous food and drink; and where all of us, in all the ways we best know how, soak up every last drop of the best of this summer season we all love so much in the good company of each other. What a full-up beautiful way to usher this month out, and begin what comes next. How grateful I am.
Friends, I wish you a most wonderful start to the week that lies ahead for you and yours!
