Oh, that was delightful. That was a real-deal summer weekend. The kind of days we think and sometimes dream about all winter long. The kind of days that by late winter - when it feels like all we've seen is white and brown, and the walls of the house, and the layers of clothing - the kind of days we begin to doubt even exist right about then. Nothing extraordinary, nothing huge....just work and play (one in the same) at home, together, in the warmth of the sun, with the color of all that is blooming around us and room to breathe. The sounds and sights of summer. Here we are.