Coming home at this time of year seems sacred in some way. Our backyard feels like paradise and I rarely step inside. The days pass by in the dreamiest way -- porch naps, swimming, sunshine, reading.
Since finishing school, I can't read enough; it's the best feeling. This weekend I started and finished Christina Haag's poignant memoir about lost love and her long-time boyfriend, JFK Jr. It's so beautiful that I want to read it over and over again.
*this time last year at home, when I was about to take off to Scotland and France