Cheers to summer! I'm not much of a drinker, but I enjoy a glass of wine when I'm making dinner, or a fruity drink when out with friends. Something about this humidity and stagnant, heavy heat has me reaching into the fridge more often. I suppose I can only drink so many litres of water before my taste buds crave something lime-ier. There's something pretty idyllic, too, about sharing a beer with my man while we sit back and watch our girls play in the kiddie pool on a warm summer's afternoon.
We've been playdate-ing, swimming, hosting impromptu backyard barbecues on sunny Sunday afternoons, chalk-drawing, weeding the garden, watering the herbs and veggies, making flower crowns (and sassy faces), staying up late, sleeping in, eating well, blending smoothies, and reading a lot.
Abby has started curling up with me in the afternoons to read a chapter a day of Charlotte's Web, and I am bouncing back and forth between an Isabel Allende and a Brooke Parkhurst summer read. On the queue are Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch, Piper Kerman's Orange is the New Black and Jodi Picoult's Lone Wolf.
Our bathing suits are getting a workout. The temperature has been sitting at about 30 degrees, but then there's this funny thing called the Humidex, which measures how hot it feels with the added humidity, and that's been reading about 36-38 degrees. Phew! My skin sure is enjoying all the water, but my hair looks like Foxy Cleopatra's.