I just discovered that there’s a bus during the week that takes us almost from our door to the beach in 10 minutes.

Up before everyone.

That tiny ponytail!

A perfect morning.

Finding the most awesome glasses at the park and not wanting to take them off.

Local brunch spot. A new discovery.

Sometimes the best weekends are the ones that you can’t really explain. There were late nights, babysitters, (very) early mornings with beautiful crisp air, lots of coffee, lots of treats, lots of walking, roasted vegetables, homemade pizzas, bottles of wine, hot tubs, an abundance of fruit, crossword puzzles, silly dancing, market flowers and a cougar.  (I didn’t get a picture of the cougar.)