I mean.... wouldn't you?

I must admit it felt odd at first. 

Sitting in this Adirondack chair by the side of the lake of my soul , watching the kids play endlessly in the cool, early summer water, sewing away at the binding of my latest. 

And I wasn't "working". Or sweating. Or doing laundry or painting a room or raking up last fall's debris or oil-soaping the cabinets or trimming the rhodies or ...

I was just taking a few hours to enjoy the place I love the most, simply binding a quilt.

And being with my kids for Real. 

(I definitely got wet.)