There was a cozy french meal.
A trip to the fair, which lead to long periods of sitting in traffic.
A flower contest that made me wish I could garden like my mom and grandma (and great grandma, it runs in our family).
A brisk walk across the bridge on a beautiful day...
...that worked up a huge appetite for a blissful, mimosa-filled brunch at Fuel. Always a perfect ending to the weekend.*
*and it's not even a bittersweet ending since we decided to have lunch at Fuel today. I cannot get enough of their black bean soup.