On Saturday, I ...
...went to the market.
...watched some chickens.
...tasted peaches, assiduously.
...chose the very best ones.
...shared a cinnamon twist.
...carried a half-flat of strawberries.
...had serious camera envy.
...cooked an impromptu breakfast with Derrick (oysters and figs and potatoes in fresh butter and duck fat and fruit salad and fried artichokes and champagne, oh my).
...ate outside in the sun with friends.
..made liters and liters of cocktails and pimm's no. 1 cup.
...was beribboned by The Queen.
...perched atop a giant mushroom, drinking coffee, with & without small children.
...played croquet (well, played a croquet hoop).
...marvelled repeatedly at the wonder that is the creativity of my friends.
...ate teacakes and cookies and treats galore.
...sipped from tiny mysterious vials.
...watched a pawn and a knight chase each other around the lawn.
...waved at kids in a van in downtown Berkeley.
...realized how much we looked like a clown car, with the checkered roof on the tiny car bursting with a mad hatter, an alice, a thoroughly beribboned girl, and boisterous boy popping out.
...shouted "No Room! No Room!" and then moved down.
...smiled and giggled and howled with laughter until my cheeks hurt.