June, July and August will be remembered around here as the summer that wasn't. In our neck of the tundra, we know we have to be patient. We know we likely won't see much in the way of steady warm temperatures until after Grandma's Marathon. But this year, we just kept waiting. And waiting. I recall one nice week in mid-August. Too bad Jeff missed it while he was at Fort Ripley. And then, ironically enough, September arrived and we got another nice week. Leading right up to the unofficial end of summer.
Labor Day was a very nice day. Perfect for a picnic (with baby)...
And a little fishing (in the hot tub)...
Considering this was pretty much a pretend summer, I'd say my kids' imaginations came up with the perfect way to cap it off.
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