Here's how we've been celebrating the weekend . . .
As you'd guess.
How prescient and delightful that mysterious wedding guest was.
And then the rest of the weekend? This very holiday weekend? One million tasks and Field Work and I rinsed every flower pot on the Planet of the Earth . . .
And we planted one million plants and weeded one million weeds and raked up one million tons of all the things.
Happy Summer, my people . . .