We are home. And our trip went too fast, but was just what we needed to recharge our batteries.  It was just the right kind of vacation.  The kind where spending time with old friends was about creating new memories.
The kind where eating a packed lunch out of  farmers market containers would have to serve as the only picnic type lunch we would have.  (It rained all the way there.)
The kind where you can't wait to wake just to see the sunrise.
The kind where a hike up Mt. Monadnock is both exhausting and exhilarating.  (The drop where the kids are sitting did not go straight down, I promise.)
The kind where lemonade never tasted so good.
The kind where hitting balls into the water is the goal.  And the game.
The kind where making rag jewelry is the craft.
And the jewelry of choice.
The kind where an old canoe is still making people happy.
The kind where the only purchase made will let you be able to taste this summer trip well into winter.