A Perfect Sunday

The freshness of post-rain, post-gloom blue skies lured us north yesterday. After a quiet morning of oatmeal and coffee at home, we drove up 280, where the hills are just starting to get their spring-like green carpet makeover (my favorite!). And we landed at Lake Lagunita.

Lake Lag is a place where Vince and I spent many a spring and summer day in years past. Vince would sun himself on the tiny patch of sand, and I would usually end up in the shade of the oak tree, trying to protect my fair skin. It's a crap shoot as to whether the lake will actually have water in it--usually it doesn't til spring. But yesterday there were a few puddles of rainwater left over from last week's storms.


And so I sat on a log in the middle of the nearly empty lake while Vince took photos and admired other people's dogs running and jumping and chasing. I fed Miss Vivian on that log--in the sunshine with a happy heart. It was quiet and peaceful, but if you stopped to really listen, layers of sound revealed themselves: a croaking frog, a splashing dog, conversations of jogging passer-bys. The first of what I hope will be many lovely family adventures this year.

The day ended with a visit to Granny's house and a stop at a Pinkberry-esque frozen yogurt shop. Perfection.