dave and polly drove up to portsmouth one fine afternoon *cough* a month ago. we frolicked about (froliced? no…why does past-tense frolicking look wrong. does that mean it’s one of those hindsight is 20-20 things…and it’s ill advised even in the present? that would make me sad, because i do enjoy a good frolic…it’s almost as much fun as gamboling or cavorting.) portsmouth winding up at my new mecca: the friendly toast. (it was a reunion…they’d introduced me to its delights at our meeting a few months back. i will be eternally in their debt.)
our session included lots of tree climbing…which, in my book, makes anything a success. polly and dave were real troopers…they were up for anything, and did all the silly things i asked with huge smiles on their faces. how could i not love them? also…dave kept us laughing with his pretend-hs-history-teacher speech about berlin or hitler or…i don’t really remember, i just remember laughing. without further ado…
guess who’s IN the tree. yes, that’s right. me. i was balancing precariously so that i could shake the branch w/ my foot and cause petal showers…and still manage to focus my camera and press the shutter…
confession: i totally have a crush on that tree. it’s in prescott park in portsmouth, and, um…if it were a man, i would marry it and have its babies. i have pictures of lots of people in it…and because polly was so awesome about clambering up there…and because they’d forgotten to get a photo of me up the other tree, i obliged once again.
aren’t they just impossibly cute?
(she was wearing red shoes when we met, too…and she wore polka-dots both times, as well. girl knows how to worm her way into my affections, that’s for sure!)
(enjoying the friendly toast.)
thanks for your patience with my crazy life, guys! i can’t wait to party in rhode island with you in september!