Sand.
Wasps.
Juice boxes.
More wasps.
Garden veggies.
Grama.
And my sticky kiddos.
Bliss. What a way to spend an evening.
(I may add that me prepping the picnic was exactly twice as long as the picnic lasted - typical)
It was hot. We were all sandy and wind blown.
Exactly how it should be at the end of a beach night.
