My parent's house is a bit like a resort to me: I usually go in the summer or at holidays; there's tons of food around and being served periodically throughout the day; the beach towels just magically replenish themselves in the beach towel cupboard; etc . . .
This last visit was no exception, though it was a bit like being at my favorite resort in the off-season. The outdoor furniture was un-pillowed and the weather was a bit more erratic. But, these are small prices to pay.
Edie and I ate a billion fresh strawberries*, welcomed the many guests who came to visit us, and basically had an amazing time in pseudo-summer.
(seriously. this is February. it's like witchcraft.)
It's been a tough transition back to Boston (no surprise), but sometimes I steal into Edie's room to sneak a peak at the green sandals I bought her and think of summer.
*the strawberries were great, obviously, but now I've been ruined from all other strawberries. How, how, how can I be expected to eat those red charlatans masquerading as strawberries that they sell in clamshells at costco? How?