The summer was just starting when last I wrote. Instead of the old classic, "It has been the worst of times. It has been the best of times." It has just been the second half - the best of times. The gardens are flourishing and we're keeping up with the weeds. The wood has been gathered for winter fires. We're reaping and canning and pickling and freezing the beans, cukes, broccoli, tomatoes, peppers, cauliflower, rutabaga, swiss chard, kale, romaine, leaf lettuce, bok choy, beets, cabbage, kohlrabi, carrots, squash and pumpkins. When there are too many veggies for our consumption, Bing takes a load to the local food pantry. The lake has been welcoming and the weather fantastic. But, best of all, our familly gathered. All thirteen of us were here together for the first time since 2005. My love runneth over just seeing everyone laughing and talking and fitting together like pieces to a puzzle. The three sons, the wives, the six grandchildren, all so kind and loving and beautiful - it is indeed a blessing beyond measure to age and grow and see the people that your children have become. They have so much more love and tolerance and knowledge than you have gathered in your years and they in turn, are loving their children with all their hearts and trying to equip them with the values and life skills so necessary in this complicated world of ours. It was extra special to be able to get to know our youngest grandchild, Ben, of Washington State. Cori, his mom, sends us many many pictures of him as he has grown and now we know him well after about nine days in his company. He's personality plus and up for just about anything. I've added a few pix - Our three sons, Bernie, Danny and Tony, Dan, Cori and Ben and then the six grandchildren. Thanks, God, for everyone of them.