Chilling out in Chapel Hill, June 2004.

Mom and Aunt Lynn's new backyard porch, built by Granddad using his Mad Skillz.

Inside, Target was emptied of all its wicker.

Between the garden and the porch, their backyard fits right in with their new small town values.

Amy's watermelon vine has yet to reveal the fruit of its looms.

Cousin Stephen and his squeeze, Priscilla, up in Maryland.

Our brave Gabriel with bandages on his left foot around the boo-boo, er, war wound, on his toe.