Raindrops on kittens

My family (well, just Lu, Mom & me) was doing a little Paschal rendition of The Sound of Music, and that's how Mom sang it. Forget the roses, it's all about the kittens.

Tonight was the first night of "the season." You know, the social whirlwind begins - children roll in the grass, god-daughters are twirled, babies drool, and the sun is still up when we get out of vespers. The only thing that makes it better is when the blueberries are ripe. "We'll eat blueberries this summer" I said to Q, and she said "blueberries" and then I ate her cheek in lieu of a blueberry. But seriously, there's something perfect about those nights when it's warm enough and light enough for everyone to congregate on the benches after church, and the children frolic and babies are passed around.