Remember my garden? The one we held parties in, planted flowers in, and loved? Sadly, our landlord gave half of it to a new restaurant that shares our building, and our half is sad and ugly. But! The owner of the restaurant graciously let me use their (newly re-done and beautiful) garden when they were closed for Labor Day.
It was glorious to have one last little dinner party in the pretty garden, even if it isn't ours. The weather was cool and a little humid, somehow perfect for summer transitioning to fall. We drank Pimm's Cups, had heated discussions about Bob Dylan and Kinfolk, and capped the night off with s'mores bars. Perfect.