Of Burgers and Mini Golf

The Dog Days are turning into the type of summer days that you have as a child and remember as an adult.

Blue sky, fluffy clouds, dry air, warm water and plenty of kids at the beach to play with. And let's not forget the ice cream truck.

Last night, for a change of pace, we had a picnic down by the river. My Dad
made the burgers, Mom made the devilled eggs, I made the tomato/feta salad,
and brought some cake the Boy and I had made a couple of days ago.

It was a feast. And so nice to be outside, by the water, enjoying a summer
afternoon. After we ate, we stood at the railining and watched the boats parade
past. A cormorant was diving for dinner. Schools of minnows were bobbing
along in the waves close to the retaining wall. There was a lovely breeze and it
wasn't too hot. The miniature golf course beckoned.

We picked the color golf ball we wanted, got our clubs and had a blast. Each
of us got at least one Hole-In-One. I had two shots that would have been
holes-in-one, but the ball was traveling too fast and it bounced out of the cup.
Then there was the hole that two of us had an extra shot on because the ball
went into the cup, which was very shallow, and bounced right back out.

In the end, it was a very close game. And we celebrated with ice cream. Sitting on a bench by the river.

It was so peaceful. We seem to have so few of those moments. Sitting
there watching swans swim up river. Eating an ice cream on a summer's eve.

Just peace and contentment.