The boys and Jeff went to the annual Labor Day breakfast on the tennis courts at the cottage while I was at work. Everyone brings a dish to pass and eggs to add to the scrambled eggs the men cook in a huge skillet on the weber grill. It's tradition and fun and a sad day because it means the end of summer.
This year it didn't rain, it usually does. Cousins KC, Romey and Emma were among many friends and family there.
We don't give up on summer though, we'll have some more good beach weather this fall.
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