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Midsummer sights

Rainier cherries photo by Chandler O'Leary

For the first time in anybody’s memory around here, the height of the season has actually arrived by the time the official solstice declared it “summer.” And as if on cue, it’s summer around our house, too.

Ourdoor brick grill photo by Chandler O'Leary

So it seemed fitting to take a break from the more pressing repairs on our new house and focus on rehabilitating the vintage 1950s brick grill in the back yard. The Tailor’s parents were here over the solstice, and he and his dad got the grill back into shipshape—and then re-christened it with some seriously good kabobs over the charcoal from some fragrant cedar logs.

Deer photo by Chandler O'Leary

And we’re not the only ones celebrating summer at our house: this gal has been a regular visitor all month (she’s helping us prune back our shrubs…and pilfering a few apples as payment). When we stepped out back to hang some laundry outdoors, though, we were startled to find her napping in the shade back there. She watched us put the sheets up on the line, and waited patiently for me to grab my camera.

I suspect she’ll demand some more apples from us pushovers after this—ah, well. We can put up garden fences next year—and buy our apples for this year’s canning.

Happy summer!

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Mommy deerest

Deer photo by Chandler O'Leary

I was out running errands the other day, and had just gotten out of my car when she appeared—out of nowhere, not ten feet from where I stood.

Deer photo by Chandler O'Leary

I froze, not wanting to spook her. But she was utterly unconcerned about me. She stopped and turned, apparently waiting for something.

Deer photo by Chandler O'Leary

Or someone.

Deer photo by Chandler O'Leary

Then, without once looking back, she led her fawn right past me—I could have reached out and touched them—and on down the street, on some errands of her own.