In my book, summer is officially here. We barbecued not once but twice today, had fresh fruit for breakfast and dessert, and we walked to the farmer's market this morning. That's about as summer a day as you can get. And the best part is this ridiculous bread and sauce that they sell at the market...it's so good that I might short out my laptop from salivating.
It all comes down to the food. Holidays, special events, seasons, milestones. I may not remember much of what the Rabbi said at my son's bris, but I'll never forget the chicken livers my mom made.
Speaking of my son, we went to the park yesterday to feed the ducks.
Apparently, since I was a child, someone has replaced all of the ducks with geese. Ozzy was vigilant and protected us from these giant birds of prey.
Samson had fun, switching between goose poop inspection and the jungle gym.
I know, you're all, what? She blogged twice in one week? And posted pictures?? What gives?
My dedication. To you. That's what gives.