At the parade we attended on Saturday, the emcee was trying to kill time. Being clever, he quipped, “Welcome to the first and last weekend of summer.”
It got a few laughs.
But really, it felt as such. The temps were high, the fair was starting and things were beautiful. We made plans to match.
This was the agenda: a NASA traveling exhibit with Susan and a touching of a moon rock. (One of only 8 you’re allowed to touch!) The Central States Fair Parade. The Belle Fourche Parish festival where Jac played music, we enjoyed BBQ and said good-bye to Elizabeth. And to cap it off, a trip to the lake with the Trask’s that included some fine food at Guadalajara’s, (unsuccesful) berry picking and more grilling.
All of it was fun and memorable but, I must say, my favorite part was coming home at 10:30 Sunday night and finding Monday on THE FRONT PORCH waiting for us. How long had she been there? Wish I had photos of her day, I tell you what! We’ll have to do with these instead.