We finally got some nice weather this weekend, but in typical New England fashion we went from 40-degree days straight to high summer, bypassing spring entirely. Port City went into shock at the prospect of two sunny 80-degree days in a row and threw itself into Summer-in-April with the zeal of a college sophomore on Spring Break.

We went along for the ride, and in the short space of two days experienced a town festival (more on that later), a long run in the country (me), bike riding, basketball, Frisbee by the river, ice cream on the town square, lunch al fresco at the hot-dog cart, a trip to the beach, kayaking on the lake, beer and lemonade on the porch, an afternoon at the playground, and Sauvignon Blanc before dinner on the waterfront. We gorged ourselves on summer; we went on a summer binge.

Last night at dinner we were remarking how quiet Minor was and looked up to see him nodding off right there in his chair. Husband rushed over just in time to stop him from slipping to the floor. By 9:30 I was as tired as I can ever remember being. Today, with the temperature in the more seasonal ’60s, I still feel exhausted from my summer adventure, but it was worth it.