We had one last hurrah of summer over Labor Day weekend.
One last weekend together with my family before the activities of the fall sucked us into it’s whirlpool.
Three generations under one roof.
Filling every minute. Squeezing out every bit of fun.
And eating some more.
Remembering the past.
Relishing the present.
Anticipating the future.
Making hot sticky memories to enjoy all winter.
One last hurrah.