There were many meatballs made on this stove.
This is the slate my Papa laid. I always loved the tiny red piece of slate nestled among the other larger gray toned ones. I used to play a game where I was only allowed to walk on the red stones, and this little one forced me to balance on the toes of one foot.
Some of my Nanny's beautiful purses.
We are expecting hot and steamy days tomorrow and the next. I think it is time for a batch of my favorite lemonade and the backyard sprinkler.