We hit up the first of many Wednesday band concerts last week. Last year we couldn't keep the Kid out of the fountain, but this year it was a little too crazy for him. Instead he zoomed around the rose garden, clapping to the music here and there.
Maybe it was packing up the picnic basket with our quilt and water and bug spray. Maybe it was the music and the kids in the fountain. And maybe it was just hot. But something about it made me feel like summer has really arrived.