|My one big cake adventure for the year--more on that, below...|
|See? Why would I be inside? (Louis and Jack in the rose garden)|
I probably won't post as much, so I'm just checking in to say that I'm fine. (I know you were putting your entire summer on holding wondering about that, so yes...rest easy, my dears). I don't even get online much in the summer, because I'm outside, so, for all my fellow bloggers who I love to read--I'm not ignoring you, I'm saving the reading for later. When the sun's not out. Which is like 80% of the year, here.
Not that I won't still pop in to rant about one thing or another. Like right now, I am driving my second rental car this summer, and I can just FEEL a "car review" post brewing soon. If you're a Mazda 5 lover, you may need to look away for parts of that one.
If you know me, you know I pretty much live for summer. My year revolves like this: Holidays, that icky cold gap between the holidays and my birthday, waiting for summer, SUMMER, summer's almost over, I wish it was still summer, almost holidays, and back to-- holidays.
The sun finally came back out this morning, the BBQ is out, the garden is peaking with the first giant wave of my zillions of antique roses, and I've spent the last three weeks enjoying having my brother and my mom here, watching our oldest graduate, knitting hats, studying French (for hours every day, for real...like where you actually speak it), and reading Utopia in the hammock. Not even an e-book. A real book. With paper pages and everything.
Also, I made the cake (at top) for our school's graduation, which was absolutely one of my funnest cakes ever!
|A little closer view of my 3-D sugar tractor and palette|
Also--if you are interested in history/politics/society and you haven't read Utopia, you should check it out. I'm a history freak, especially 16th century England and France, so I'm not sure why I haven't read this yet. It's fascinating to me that this book was written in the early 1500s, but if you don't know that, you could easily forget that it's not sometimes talking about current trends in human nature and government. Not at all what I expected. (Note to self--I can also see where some of those hippie communes I remember from the 70s got their ideas. It was just a book, people.)
So. Here's to forgetting what day it is...for at least another 60 days, then we send one to college and one back to school, and the whole thing starts over again.