I keep thinking I am going to write down some of the thoughts that have wafted past lately.  These summer days have been medititave and largely spent outdoors. There are books strewn on the garden table and bikes on the lawn.  Sticks are collected in a bag for the fire. Meals are taken open air.  Far from the computer. So the big thoughts rest gently on mind where I mull and consider.  I tap out one or two on my silly little phone to my boys so far away. Then, these moments float away before there is time to commit any more of them to writing. 

Maybe that is best.  

I am learning to embrace 'fleeting.' 

(some bubble books and recipes if you're so inclined)