On Friday morning, I unpacked the work clothes from my rollaboard and quickly threw bathing suits, sundresses, and books - and little else - into my weekend bag before heading down to the river.
I can think of no better place to kick off summer - it was a weekend filled with sunny breezes, coffee and later cocktails on the dock, boat rides, long dinners starring the very best produce Sisson’s had to offer, and even an awkward movie viewing on the back porch. (Pro tip: do not watch Martha Marcy May Marlene a. with your parents and b. at a somewhat remote, secluded house in the country. My mom thought she had rented a Woody Allen movie.)
Oh, and the terrible picture above is of Charlie wearing his thunder shirt Saturday night (he hates fireworks), bringing a little bit of the Jersey Shore to the Northern Neck.