It doesn’t matter what the calendar says sometimes, you know? Sometimes you just *feel* that something is a certain thing, or way, or time, etc. Such is the case with me and summer. I know that summer is here each year whenever I attend the Lavender Festival at Mountain Farm, as I did yesterday, for Father’s Day. When I see that mountain view (THAT. VIEW!), and hear those goats bleating, and view that lavender, and smell its heady fragrance, I know that the days of much sunlight, and of heavy humidity, and of cocktails with sweat beads running down their sides have officially arrived.
We carpooled with Jen and her sweet family, and picnicked in an open field, going with an Asian theme for the meal. She made a delicious quinoa & chicken dish, some insanely decadent peanut butter 5-spice cookies, and lemonade, while I brought an udon noodle salad with haricot vert and peas from our garden cooked in ginger, garlic and onions and doused with ponzu sauce, as well as broiled apricots, peaches, nectarines, and plums sprinkled with cinnamon sugar and freshly grated nutmeg. So, so good.
After that, it was all about lavender labyrinths, and goats & alpacas & llamas, lavender-infused ice cream, lavender lemonade, kiddos playing in a tiny house in an herb & flower garden, and some silly time with the three Altman girls and my boy on a porch swing. It was sunny and warm and sugary and gorgeous and just the perfect introduction to the summer days ahead. And, of course, it was wonderful to spend time in a place I love so much with the man I adore, and the father that Huxley cherishes. Hope all you other papas had a great day, too. I chatted with my Dad, who is an ever present beam of sunshiny happiness. You can’t ever harsh my Dad’s mellow-it just can’t be done. He’s a good one, that Pop of mine. Love the men in my life!
Here’s hoping the week ahead is filled with health, love, and happiness, from me and mine to you and yours.