What is so rare as a weekend in June?

A perfectly glorious weekend. The weather turned coolish (we put a blanket back on the bed!), and almost every moment that was not rainy (yes, there were several quick thunderstorms this weekend, but somehow they didn't interfere with anything) was spent outdoors, in the cool, lovely breeze.

We took turns biking, since at this point we own only one bike. It's too tall for me, but once I'm up and going I'm fine. It's just the on and off aspects that are slightly awkward.

We discovered a delightful park not too far from the house, where you can bike and walk and even take your dog. So while one of us biked the other walked Mr. Bean, and we switched back and forth. Mr. Bean found the whole excursion enchanting (and apparently, tiring - when we returned home he fell sound asleep for an hour).

And the flags flew brilliantly over the playground area.

Hurrah for early June!