fresh jersey bagels (real bagels),
and a pair of folding (!) adirondack chairs. My in-laws are the best. And I promise I'm not saying that because of the gifts~ they are great people, and I consider myself lucky (and oh-so-very-grateful) to be able to sincerely make such an honest declaration of love for my in-laws.
On Saturday morning, this happened:
A first ballet class. And her dear friend Mae-Mae was right beside her, along with another new friend and, according to the teacher, a couple more girls starting next week.
We grown ups hung out next door at the coffee shop while the little ones pranced around "picking strawberries, opening gates, and smelling roses". (ballet class, according to Claire)
After ballet, there was the market. An apple tart to tide me over until brunch. The usual socializing and catching up. And then brunch at the biscuit (biscuits the size of your face) place.
Later on, there were apples to deal with. An assembly line, family style. Peel, slice, freeze. Peel, slice, dry. Soon to come will be peel, slice, cook, mash into sauce, can.
Out to eat Saturday night. Fish and chips and my first pumpkin ale of the year. A very full mama on the drive home, thoughts of never ever ever eating anything fried, ever again.
A full and happy weekend, leading into a full and (hopefully) happy week. Fall is around the corner and I'm so ready for her to make her full-on appearance.
*weekending with amanda