saturday was such a lovely day.
the kiddos and i went grocery shopping, and in spite of their proclivity toward imaginary light saber duels in aisles 1, 3, 4, 6, and 7-12, we had quite a nice time.
then we trekked out to the water park where the sky was this flamboyant azure (or, as elle put it, "the blue is so BIG, mommy!"), and we romped in the geysers and the raining mushroom, and lunched on vienna bread and cherries and cheese and grape tomatoes.
filmy puffs of cotton floated down from (i'm assuming) some kind of trees (somebody help me out with a botany lesson here), transforming the park into a wonderland, the air as viscous as water in a snow globe.
we hit an afternoon yard sale, where i scored an armful of jammies and tees for $13.50.
and after supper, elle and i took a languid walk through the neighborhood. we counted hot air balloons in the evening sky, hopped puddles, smelled thick purple weeds on the side of the road.
then just past dusk, as i scanned the treeline for flowering fireworks, i instead played audience to the first fireflies hovering above our front lawn.
it's official: i'm crazy in love with june.