Sunday was a glorious day in New York; perfect temperature, light breeze, late enough in the year that the sun doesn't set until 8:00pm, but early enough that there are no mosquitoes. We get about a week like this around Memorial Day, and again around mid September. The rest of the year is anyone's guess.
We decamped to Prospect Park with a bunch of friends and about 50,000 other Brooklynites. To just sit on a blanket and do very little - what a luxury!
|Gorgeous, gorgeous day|
|We picked our turf|
|It takes a village!|
A wedding took place outside of the Picnic House. Surrounded by BBQs and ogling strangers, it was actually really lovely. In true Brooklyn style the bride wore a pink rose covered dress and a beehive hairdo. The guests wore pink yarmulkes and- perhaps in a nod to same sex marriage? - the groomsmen wore a rainbow of yarmulkes. The whole park cheered when the bride and groom kissed.
Anyhow, back to us...
|Bo and Max (Max, saving it for later)|
|Morgan devoured grapes|
|Everyone was so happy!|
|And maybe a bit hungry|
|As usual, Dave provided the tunes|
|Damien and Benjamin tried to teach everyone to play baseball but Roan and Charlie kept forgetting to run to the bases after hitting the ball|
Then there was this puddle. It was, we thought, a safe distance from us, but apparently it was a perilously close temptation for the boys. We tried to keep their attention elsewhere but they were powerless to the lure of the mud. Things got messy real quick.
|Roan and Charlie|
|Charlie absolutely relished in the dirtiness|
|Charles, not so much|
|He got into the swing of it quickly enough, though|
|They were all so in their element |
|Charlie went full on Lord of the flies|
|Roan was a little less sure of the muddiness|
|Journey back to the car, pantsless|