hit the beach and walk into town with us.
Bill graciously lent us his yard for a campout one hot, smoky night earlier in the week. We had a great BBQ, and then we immediately put the Friesens back to work ridding the garden of the dreaded and evil Fahta Hahn. Tannis illustrated her photogenicity even while hacking out invasive weeds. Meanwhile, I lounged in the hammock with my beer and told Ella silly stories like the loafing slacker I am, pausing only to document the labour of the others. When they switched to playing with glow sticks, I quietly rejoined the party.
Now they're off to Vancouver for a few days to escape their Summerland slavemasters, vowing to only return once we've finished all possible work around our place. I'll probably use the time to continue my streak of going riding every day.