This last weekend was one of the greats. Saturday was filled with final baseball games, some time on the slip n’ slide, ending the day by eating ice cream as it melted before our eyes. Sunday morning was a 15 mile bike ride (the boys totally rocked) to the farmers’ market, working in the garden and keeping cool anyway we could in the afternoon. That meant playing in the water and eating popsicles. Weekends like this are what summer is all about at our house and the happy thoughts that I draw on during the cold, gray days of winter.