in honor of the rain.

in hopes of the rain gods taking pity on our hay that is sitting hopelessly on the ground waiting to be baled but can't be baled because it's been rained on.

as an offering to the wind to stop blowing.

i humbly submit my longing for hot summer days:

cool, flowing rivers.
delicious beverage.
grilled food.

right now...i don't think we'll ever see those days. but it's idaho. and idaho is less than predictable.

which means soon this will be me...

but i probably won't be sitting on my dad's lap.

and i probably won't be captaining the boat.

and there will be a lot less man-thigh in the background.

but if i play my cards right - maybe my dad WILL rock that same hawaiian hat. one can only hope.