urban interlude

I swore I would not go away at all in July. The garden needs me and I need it as well! But there's going to be an exception -- to see my granddaughters in Chicago. If they can't come here (due to visitors, commitments, musical events, what have you), I'll go there. This morning, very early, perhaps too early, I set out. No, no lily plucking. I was happy enough to grab a cup of coffee at Tati's, and a peach and a stale croissant from home -- to drink and eat while driving.

(glance at the fields just outside the porch)

(stepping out with my bag and camera)

It can't be a long visit and indeed, it's imperfect because this weekend, too, the younger family had events to attend and so did I. So we squish in time in between and we make do. 

Hi, kids!

(kids greet me with songs)

It's a beautiful day and we set out right away to the local Wicker Park Farmers Market.

You'd think it would be very similar to ours "up north," and it is, sort of. But in the end each market is unique and special, with a personality all its own.

They pick up produce, I get flowers and some of us also load up on local La Boulangerie croissants. Almond for me this time. Plain and chocolate for the girls.

(walk home, again with song...)

Lunch is at home.

And we do split the time between the house and the great outdoors. 

 

 

 

Primrose is enthusiastically picking up speed on her bike riding. I tag along behind her and her dad while Juniper naps.

(up now: a very musical day!)

Dinner? Absolutely delicious, at Bar Parisette. A new place for all of us. We take the bus there and walk the few miles back, just because it is such a special, beautiful evening!

[And yes, I am aware of the political upheaval taking place in D.C., or in Delaware, or, truthfully, in all corners of this country. I'm sure we will do exactly the right thing. Hope springs eternal.]

With a full heart and so much love...