This was one of those particularly beautiful San Francisco weekends. The sun was shining, there was a light breeze, the grass was (actually) dry and perfect for bare feet. So yesterday, we watched The Masters tournament with our good friends Grace and Brian, had a lovely brunch, and drank (read, guzzled) some John Dalys. Yum!
Of course, we took advantage of the perrrrrrrfect weather and stomped around on the grass for a while. We played some ball - foot, tennis, and smash - and Emma officially decided that she much prefers the concrete sidewalk to itchy grass. What do yah know. My soul twin Grace is also an obsessive iPhonetographer and snapped some gooduns of our Sunday Funday.
She was debating on whether this grass was going to swallow her whole or not. I think the jury is still out on this one.
I found the patch of shade to hang out under as my skin acclimated to the sunshine. My LA-bred skin needs to remember its roots.
As my friend Allisun would say, "She was walking around like she invented it."
I am currently the undefeated champion of smash ball. Jealous?
We tuckered her out.
Well, another textbook sunshiney day is behind us. It was completely worth the butt grass stains and getting smacked in the back with a tennis ball.