fairy tale

Imagine extravagance. Especially at a time of austerity – both financial (times are tough; moonlighting continues) and familial (daughters are still living too far for my tastes). Imagine an afternoon/evening of boisterous fun.

Of picnicking near a meadow of prairie flowers. Of eating lobster rolls with chunks of precious fresh lobster meat in an olive oil vinaigrette, of sipping a long-saved bottle of champagne and eating leftover birthday cake.











Of watching Shakespeare in a forest, of digging out a sweatshirt because the evening air turns cool.

Imagine that.

This was my fairy tale Sunday dinner and a show. With family.