These are the lazy days of summer... where I blink and it seems like a week (or two) has swept past, and I can't figure out how that happened except that the puppy looks enormous and the boy has more of a tan.
This time of year I'm always trying to figure out if I'm supposed to be working more, or working less, or playing with the boy more, or maybe rebuilding all of my crumbling fences like an actual farmer. And then it hits me that I don't have to do all of those things at once. Sometimes, for summer time, it's enough to just take in all of the moving parts and be thankful to be in the middle of it.
Proof that time passes: Tiny puppy is now giant almost-dog.