Breathe in summer, through the eyes of a child

By now, you know I love my cottage.  

There is one, however, who quite possibly loves it more than I.  

[Her frequent statements of 'I love this cottage' 

are what gave it away...]

 Last night's summer evening called for 

some exploration of the surrounding area:

We picked up my mail,

 scoped out the newly opened local Thai place, 

and then?

 We returned home to these farmer market beauties 

I'd scored earlier in the day,

 melted up some chocolate,

and delighted in them over a few fierce rounds of Mancala,

tucked inside my cozy kitchen.

And when all was said and done, I walked away with this:

To breathe a summer evening in through the eyes of this,
my favorite girl, is reason enough to breathe at all.