Last night, we savored summer right into the evening by sharing a picnic with one of my dearest childhood friends. Our table was bright with the colors of summer and a Caprese Salad with cherry tomatoes fresh from the garden. The playground, just steps away, burst with shouts from children stretching their daylight as far as it would go. Audrey, like any child - more intent on the playground than her plate, joined them, throwing off her shoes as she ran as if a symbol of her liberation. Then it was off for another summer walk, this one under the moon and through the trees. And we all stayed up a little past our bedtime, which is what summer is all about.
