Picnic in Rittenhouse Park
We had a very full weekend: full of errand-running, race-running, meatball-making, ziti-baking, and most of all, friendship.
Somewhere in the middle of all that, Rachel and I stopped to have a picnic in Rittenhouse Square Park. It was an irresistibly gorgeous day and we just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. We had pizza and lemonade from the farmer’s market, people-watched, danced along to a two-piece band, and counted the number of school buses going by (pub crawlers adorned in Kelly green tshirts and booze induced grins). It was the perfect portion of carefree fun.
The rest of the weekend was overwhelming and inspiring. More on that soon.