The summer Chinese print in my bathroom:
The artwork in the hall. I didn't have anything summer-themed, but I loved Ernest's Picassoesque self-portrait.
There's something wrong with this thermometer. While we often do get 90 degree days, I swear it wasn't really that hot. 78-79 according to the weather reports.
When Ernest packed, he worried about running out of socks. He wanted to borrow some of mine, but his feet are bigger than mine now. I told him to borrow his dad's.
Summer means we need to stock up on these staples:
Something is growing in my garden.