We made it, this week, to the Saturday night version of the Westport Rivers Vineyard and Winery Concert Series. Toph and Tom were the band, we rolled into a gently attended evening of music and children running down the long vineyard paths..
it was gorgeous, and because it was on a Saturday, and because it was a night that falsely threatened rain, there was much more space to run, to jump, to spread out the adultspace for eating and drinking. I spent much of the night following a toddler from rock to rock, down the path to the frogpond, astonished by the variety of greens visible in the land as the light started to fade. Dusk is something to see, when life allows… the toddler was so startled by some swallows that she sat smack down in the middle of the path, and we watched the swoops from ground level.
I was toddler-chasing, but heard that lots of good conversation was had, new people were met, and the boys were gone most of the time, running, doing pullups on the metal bar behind the shed, and hiding in the vineyard. Gorgeous. Gorgeous.