It's still my city
As I'm writing this I can hear every word that my neighbours across the back alley are saying. Granted, I don't speak the same language they do, so I can't really understand it but I can definitely hear it. It's 12:20am. This happens every night. Every. Single. Night. Sometimes they are out smoking. Sometimes they are talking on the telephone. Sometimes their singing sets off car alarms.
These are very weekend pictures. That means that I'm at the cottage with no makeup and unbrushed hair. Well, if I'm going to be honest about the hair, the truth is that I washed it this morning. Um, in a bucket... On the deck. Taking a full on shower with very iron-y well water was too arduous and the hot tub was beckoning. We're all about full disclosure here at Chateau Keep Warm. Lucky you.
dress: Suzy Shier
BBQ device & slightly strained smile: potentially burning chicken
Today I'm thankful for this valley that I grew up in. It's impossible to be stressed when watching the trees and the waves on the lake swaying to the same perfect rhythm.