ninety-five

Earlier this summer we celebrated my grandfather's (Baba's) 95th birthday.

He was born John Baptist Pedroni on June 24, 1915 - St. Jean Baptiste Day in Canada.

95's a pretty big deal!  

 And he's still crackin' the jokes. 

Grandkids: L to R, Alyson, Kyle, Rachel, Dan, & yours truly (we missed you, Jared, Graham and Rach!)

2 of his 3 girls, my mom on the right

Don't worry, even without the nametag we knew who you were!

Bounteous

I am giddy with excitement when I get to bring edible items into the house from the backyard.  I love the basket, the garden shears, the herb smells that linger on my hands all evening, the unloading and planning of what to make with them.

Today the plums practically fell off the tree if I looked at them cross-eyed, so I brought a FEW in.  Pesto tomorrow night!!  and Cilantro diced and stashed in the freezer.

some nights are just like this...