We're having a grand time in the backyard today. For a while my husband and the boys played Ninja Ball, some game they made up that involves stylized martial arts moves, a rather jaunty, blow-up beach ball, and lots of slow-mo, fake falls.
Now the children have dragged their beanbags out of their clubhouse and are sitting on them, reading Ripley's Believe It or Not books in the sun. My husband's gone to get something "grill-worthy" for dinner.
As for me, I've spent today picking at the garden's last hurrah, dabbling on fair entries, and enjoying doing absolutely nothing.