He missed being a Valentine baby by less than a half-hour. At first I was miffed, since my labour had stalled out just long enough to put his birth after midnight on the fifteenth. Now I'm very happy, since all kinds of stuff is on sale. Cheap presents, cheap wrapping paper, cheap decorations...it all delights my cheap little heart.
Thus I made a quick trip into town this morning, took in the bargains, and hurried home to prepare for the Happy Joy Picnic. that Tina had thought up. The setting was beautiful, a secluded little park frequented by birds and deer. During the migrations, this park is a focal attraction for birders from around the world.
The sun was shining, the air crisp and clear. It was the perfect day for a picnic.
The play area is charming, with baby swings, teeter totters, and other attractions suitable for children of various ages.
We sipped our juice,
devoured our succulent fruit,
and enjoyed delicately cut finger sandwiches.
The kids had great fun frolicking on the playground, much of it vintage. Merry-go-rounds have been nearly done away with in California, largely thanks to the efforts of catastrophic children like Devon.
And finally, the children took turn warming their hands around the fire.
It was the most wonderful Happy Joy Picnic you could imagine, and we're already making plans for next year. Tina is prominently featured, of course, and there have also been a few requests for S'mores. It may take a little longer to roast them over candles, but such is life in the chilly northland.
Happy birthday, Devon!
Until the next adventure,