life of riley.

 we swear gwen said "hi" the other night. it may have been a total accident, but it was super cute anyway.

a little neighborhood boy likes evy and keep bringing her bags of summer vegetables. 

matt's sweet mama made her famous maine whoopie pies for his birthday.

my experimental plaster project in the back bedroom is coming along. 

 
how can it feel like both the longest and the shortest summer? the best and the worst? the hardest and the most simple? am i making any sense?