Ahh, summer. I don't want to jinx anything, but the weather in western New York has been ridiculous the past few days, people. Low- to mid-80s and sunny, without a cloud in the sky, save for a smear of white on the horizon every now and then. Needless to say, Bryan and I have been enjoying it -- with lots of white wine from the winery across the street and hours spent on our front porch, rocking idly and listening to the birds chirp.
One of our most recent awesome discoveries has been a park maybe three minutes from our house and right on the lake. Filled with giant oaks, evergreens and blanketed with soft green grass, this place is the definition of serenity. Late in the afternoon, it's the perfect place to watch the sailboats glide by and the sun dip into the water, the sky ablaze with color.