The air is fresher, the sky bluer and the birds much chirpier. (is that a word?) My shoulders permanently relax when we're there. I take in the sounds and the sights making mental images of the memories we are creating. For I know, in years to come we will reminisce. We'll talk about how my dad was obsessed with "golf ball hunting" (did ya know this was a hobby?) at the golf course across the street ..even wearing super nerdy golf ball hunting glasses (yes..they actually make these) to assist him in seeing the balls and competing against a fellow golf ball hunting neighbor. AKA: the old man who has been creepin' up on his golf ball hunting turf.
|LOVE this recipe for white sangria. I make it often. Found here.|
I am sort of obsessed with this picture of our nephew Nicolas at the parade. Look at that face!!