Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! 83 degrees, crystal-clear skies, a slight breeze… by George, I think we may be onto something here! Is that?… dare I say it?… summer that’s coming around the bend? If it feels like summer, looks like summer, and smells like summer… must it be…. summer???
After a perfect day of Cafe Velo and a French butter croissant at the farmers’ market, followed by walking around downtown Portland and watching the Grand Floral Parade, we came home to the most beautiful day OF ALL TIME and I got to pick those three lovely ladies pictured above, along with five strawberries and one, single Anne golden raspberry. And then I died and went to heaven. The end.