Up on the roof...

I like when James Taylor sings it...
"When this old world starts a getting me down,
and people are just too much for me to face.
I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs and all my cares just drift right into space.
On the roof, it's peaceful as can be and there the world below don't bother me, no, no."

For once I was glad it wasn't too hot... it felt perfect for working on a warm roof!

It is amazing to see the things Aunt Pat wants to do...

Connor and I visited sweet Aunt Pat this past weekend. She and Uncle Alan have been working on painting their eves/fascia for a long time. I really don't like the idea of Pat climbing on ladders that put her over two stories high in places... so we went up to help get some of the work done. It was very successful. Finished scraping and priming.  I will probably go back in a few weeks to ensure that the paint is finished before the rain comes.

She could have been a florist.

As usual, Aunt Pat spoiled us with pretty things all over the house (fresh flowers in every room, pressed linens on the bed and table, healthy and delicious foods).    We recreated the thai dinner for her... spring rolls and pad curry thai... on Saturday night..  Also snuck in a gorgeous walk on Ediz Hook.

The bed was ironed so perfectly...of course we proceeded to wrinkle it all up.

Grandmother Milliren made this tablecloth...

Pat loved helping roll the spring rolls.

Of course, Pat asked lots of questions about all of you...

The moon was huge ...and the clouds were in the valleys of the mountains... sun shining. Gorgeous.