Summer on Yale

I didn't even know strawberry marshmallows existed! Leave it to Mary Ann. Sure, they were playing games on the lawn for FHE. But strawberry marshmallows?! Come on. We gathered on the grass between our house and the Rhondeau's (heaven forbid we do anything without each other!) and walked to Turner's. We were quickly whisked away to an English garden of Eden: vine-covered arbors, espalier pear trees, and trellises blossoming abundantly, creating a secret place for a reading chair, tip-toed-to along a stone pathway. As if it wasn't picture-perfect enough, Mary Ann and Molly had prepared chocolate, strawberry and coconut marshmallows to be toasted in their outdoor brick oven. And homemade lemonade and coconut cupcakes, just in case the s'mores didn't suffice.
The Yale girls (and Rich) quickly dubbed the round table and we were soon discussing fall plans, the latest reads, and the best and worst of current summer cinema. The adults gathered and spoke of this and that as they scrunched marshmallows onto sticks to poke into the fire. Sometimes people tell me I live on the perfect street. Confession: I do!