Sunday

Sultry, hot.  Still, we start the day with a porch breakfast. Leisurely, just right.





Our family gathering really begins at the lunch hour.

(As we leave the farmhouse, the cheepers gather around my younger daughter. What do you have for us? What do you have for us?)






We get falafel take out from Banzo Shuk.

(Waiting...)






(Grandma orders a tea. Snowdrop likes the looks of it.)






We eat in the park, but we do not stay long. It's hot!

(At the farmette, I feel I've neglected the flowers. And they're not bad for the last days of August.0





Snowdrop does a rare rebellion against a nap. Why sleep when you can get everyone at the farmhouse to play with you?





Oh, it's nice to have an uncle and aunt around!






Evening. A meal for grownups only. We go to Forequarter -- a place with special memories, since the people there catered my younger daughter's wedding.





And that's it. For better for worse, the weekend ends.