Scrapbooking continues, in light of the bad weather, and scraps of paper (appropriately) are flying everywhere.

It is so good to be back in the kitchen again, to be able to burn my fingers on meltey cookies right out of the oven, and emerge from the room lightly dusted in flour.

I haven't seen a thunderstorm in a while, and we've been having no shortage of them in the past few days. Although they make my hair frizzy and screw with my schedule, there's something familiar and comforting about the crack of lightning through a summer sky, and that 25 minute downpour (never more than that) that moves capriciously across the tidewater area, leaving drenched spots and dry ones in its wake. Yay for rain.