::the crape myrtle is about to bloom
::there is a nightly game of ghost in the graveyard
::you eat an entire watermelon for lunch
::the song of the cicada lulls you to sleep
::your back porch has become your living room
::tomatoes make their way onto your window sill
::your compost bucket fills up on a daily basis
::your kids start talking about what they want to be for halloween (i swear it happens every july)
::days start blending into one another and all you know is that it is july but have no idea what the date is

for any of you who have not boogie boarded out on the waves since you were young like me, i highly recommend it.
i rode wave after wave. i came up for air and rode another.
i giggled as i rode one all the way to the shore.
i swallowed salt water and cut my foot on a shell.
my shoulders are sunburned and my eyes have that heavy washed out feeling from being in the salt air.
i declared today after seeing the beaming look on my girl’s faces that i will no longer be the mom who just dips her toes in and waves from afar.
blts on toast.
writing postcards to old and new friends.
back porch sitting.
spending your weekly allowance at the swim club snack bar.
slumber parties in the only air conditioned room in the house.
lots of bobby pins to keep our necks cool.
swim suits hanging up to dry on every hook in the house.
:: the humidity dropped
:: we came home with a boatload of cucumbers from the farm
:: the architect came to look at the attic
:: found out our truck will soon be on the road
:: i wrote a few postcards to some old farm friends
:: i danced around the kitchen listening to rufus wainwright while i made dinner
:: norah could not get enough of my zucchini and corn griddle cakes
:: i realized that my bangs have officially grown out.


on really hot nights my sister and i used to sleep on the floor of my parent’s air conditioned bedroom.
it was such a treat. cool skin under our quilt with just our noses peeking out when the rest of the house was so so hot.
last night as we were all falling asleep to the hum of the window unit, i heard the girls giggling on the floor at the foot of our bed.
i smiled and for once was happy we do not have central air.



it’s summertime.
time for some mojitos.
over at tend.




when i was a farm apprentice many moons ago i worked with someone who had previously worked as a baker.
throughout the season we would bake all sorts of things together including all of the recipes from his bakery.
i left that year with a stack of papers with those recipes doodled all over them and somehow they got lost in the shuffle.
a few years ago i unearthed those recipes and neatly wrote them all down.
when i stumbled upon the poppy seed cake, i made it right away.
i love how simple it is and it is so deliciously moist.
i made this cake in the spring for one of our potluck lunches at the farm.
the farmers loved it and now request it for all birthday celebrations.
yesterday i made it for sebastian who told me it reminds him of a poppy seed cake he grew up eating in germany.
happy birthday seb!
poppy seed cake
3 cups flour
1 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups sugar
1 cup oil (i use canola or coconut)
4 eggs
1 1/2 cups cream
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup poppy seeds
1 cup sliced almonds
Mix wet with dry and pour into greased and floured bundt pan. bake 50 minutes. sprinkle with confectioners sugar.
enjoy!


first year on the swim team.
first swim meet of the season.
first place for back stroke (norah).
first place for breast stroke (hannah).
first time i felt like a sports mom.




yesterday i found a note in our mailbox from someone who has been admiring our home. it said if we ever wanted to sell to let them know.
this past winter we had a possible opportunity to move to one of my favorite houses in town with a half acre of land.
on monday we are having an architect come to draw up plans for our attic.
we’re staying.
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