swimming,
reading on the beach, (my favorite place to find wonderful summer reading is Persephone Books)
flying kites Grandma had made,
taking a ferry to Washington Island, then to Rock Island,
and sunsets galore.
The ramblings of a knitter with one husband, four cats, and an out-of-control stash - because she never met a yarn she didn't like.
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