We spent most of the weekend relaxing on the beach,
although E, my mom and I managed to get in a short hike, on which we glimpsed a pair of friendly, if not downright tame, deer.
The boys clearly thought it was high summer and spent a good deal of time right in the water, jumping waves. Brrr.
I kind of see our May birthdays camping weekend (this is the third annual) as our personal official start to summer--a weekend spent lazing on the beach, sleeping in a tent, cooking on a fire--a signpost that we're not going to let summer pass us by unexperienced, but that we're going to be right there in it, touching, tasting, being summer. Won't you join us?