I went back home to Connecticut for Mother's Day weekend, and woke up late Saturday morning to perfect mid-70s weather, the kind just warm enough for shorts, yet cool enough to feel snuggly in a long sleeve.
After a glorious home-made breakfast, I went outside around the house to observe the newly bloomed flowers and fresh green leaves. Our house belonged in the summer, and it stood as beautiful as ever.
Saturday, we went fishing on the Hudson. We found the perfect spot right before a dam, where the fish had swam up the river and laid eggs before they swam back downstream into the Atlantic Ocean. They were mostly herrings, the kind with a beautiful white body that glistened a pearly white in the sunlight. With literally thousands in the river, we caught them one after another, almost every time we casted.
Herrings have actually been fished to extinction in the Yangtze River of China, and now go for hundreds of dollars per pound there. They are pretty proliferate fish though, and are alive and well here in the Hudson :)
Sunday was the perfect day for a picnic at Squantz Pond, one of the largest lakes in the whole state. We joined several other families in the park, eating, chatting, throwing around frisbees, and canoeing in the lake. The little kids ran around with their water guns and hopped on the rocks by the pond.
It reminded me of my childhood summers back in the day, swimming in lakes and jumping into the waters. It was a glorious period, timeless, fun and free.