The Weekly Holiday: week 25

My hardy geraniums survived the storms.
Moa's watermelon salad was apart of her midsummer's eve feast.

Such is summer.  
Delicious and juicy, with a side of humidity, thunder and lightning.

The Weekly Holiday: week 24

I cut some strawberries for the babe's lunch.
Moa picked some wildflowers.

I imagine them all sharing the same counter.  =)

The Weekly Holiday: week 23

Me: Frittata goodness with a side of sausage and tomatoes.
Moa: The twine holding her tomato plant to it's stake.

This may be my favorite combo ever.
Happy Monday!

The Weekly Holiday: week 22

My nail polish, and Moa's packaging from a shopping trip to find a swimsuit, must mean we both had girlie, spa-like goodness on our minds last week.  I'm also a bit captivated by the shape of the Ingrids label and the handle of my faucet... there is a similarity there that makes me smile.  I'm always amazed at the links between our photos even though we don't talk about what we are going to shoot.  

And on a different topic: Names of nail polish colors.  VIP Status?  Tea and Crumpets?  I think I really need that job.  There has to be alcohol consumed before one gets down to business.  They must laugh all day.  If you know for a fact that it's actually a highly stressful or depressing job, don't tell me.  I don't want to know.  

Reviewing May

Rain and more rain, yet we lived in the backyard.  So many meetings and questions.  The zoo, lots of playdates with little friends, finally a bunch of trips to buy flowers and herbs.  Drinking tea and revisiting the dock.  Feeling so lucky that we have such good friends.  I just wanted to snuggle in bed, unless of course, we're going out for Mother's Day brunch.  And colds, what colds?

(The last image, is of Thomas O'Brien's home in the April 2007 issue of Domino.)