Two months ago, we dropped our eldest off in the heart of the city, carried his life's  possessions up three flights of stairs, took some run of the mill photos, and said 'see you soon'. 

Spring has apparently sprung, though I’d say she’s lacking in bounce. It’s already the beginning of June, and as I write this post, I’m huddled in our living room, wrapped in a quilt, beside the heater, drinking hot tea in my warm socks. Don’t get me wrong, I’m the kinda gal who loves some crisp fall weather, and if you’ve been around this blog long enough, you’ll know of my fondness for toques, warm socks, and coffee, but enough’s enough! I’m ready to feel some sun on my skin, to have garden fresh berries to eat, to feel my feet hitting the warm grass beneath me while I chase after our adventurous toddler. Here’s a bit of what we’ve been up to lately: