Sunday was hot and Monday rumored to be cooling down so The Spouse took the day off of work and we spent our time outside, reveling (kidless) in the gorgeous 70 (ish) degree weather. It was the last day of true summer in the San Francisco Bay Area.
We ate lunch by the palm trees and negotiated with a wily seagull as to how much of our toasty sandwhich bread would end up in her beak (not much). She wanted to share in the chocolate cake, too (not a chance).
We watched the speed and sail boats go by and were happy for a nearby fisherman who caught himself a lovely fish which he flapped around for far longer than needful so the passersby could all get a good glimpse of his good fortune.
It is dry and somewhat colorless in California this time of year--the sun has bleached everything out.
The local church. Out of respect, I waited until all the attendees to a funeral had dispersed before snapping this shot.
Morning Glory and Bouganvellia, a photo that would have turned out better if I hadn't snapped it from inside the car, leaning over my husband's lap. It was a dirty job but someone had to do it.
We ate lunch by the palm trees and negotiated with a wily seagull as to how much of our toasty sandwhich bread would end up in her beak (not much). She wanted to share in the chocolate cake, too (not a chance).
We watched the speed and sail boats go by and were happy for a nearby fisherman who caught himself a lovely fish which he flapped around for far longer than needful so the passersby could all get a good glimpse of his good fortune.
It is dry and somewhat colorless in California this time of year--the sun has bleached everything out. 
The local church. Out of respect, I waited until all the attendees to a funeral had dispersed before snapping this shot. 
Morning Glory and Bouganvellia, a photo that would have turned out better if I hadn't snapped it from inside the car, leaning over my husband's lap. It was a dirty job but someone had to do it.
Doesn't the pathway down the sidewalk look so inviting? It surely was.
Goodbye summer. You'll be missed.
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