We were in the land of fancy, beautiful weddings, with many pairs of fascinating, beautiful shoes. It was also the land of hot and steamy and no one was wearing polar fleece at this formal affair!
I was happy in my "dress flipflops," thanks.
(taken through an open window)
Then, home again, where the hot and steamy followed us (briefly). Sometimes, after dinner on a thunderstormy night, all you can do is just lay right down on the cool floor and read aloud by candlelight. (The Penderwicks at Point Mouette---another family favorite in the series!)