There was a cozy french meal.

french onion soup from rue de jean

A trip to the fair, which lead to long periods of sitting in traffic.

sitting in traffic, but at least the sunset was gorgeous

A flower contest that made me wish I could garden like my mom and grandma (and great grandma, it runs in our family).

 a flower contest.

A brisk walk across the bridge on a beautiful day...

melissa on the bridge

...that worked up a huge appetite for a blissful, mimosa-filled brunch at Fuel. Always a perfect ending to the weekend.*

mimosa, sweet potato fries, and melissa's perfect nautical stripe/mustard combo

*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.