We did something last night that we hadn’t done yet all summer–we ate supper on the patio!
It seems like a no-brainer. . . I often think that we should do that every night that the weather cooperates. But schedules get away from us and we eat in shifts or in front of the tv (or both) more often than I care to admit.
And yet it’s so simple–just bring dinner outside. Last night was a perfect night. Warm, just a slight breeze–absolutely perfect. So we dished up our plates with grass-fed sirloin from the grill, fresh steamed garden green beans, and garlic couscous. And we went outside and ate on the patio and chatted and laughed and caught up with each other and laughed some more until the sun went down. It was a perfect evening–one I will remember for a long time (especially since we don’t have many evenings left before Geneva goes back to college next week).
Our lives are busy and sometimes it seems hard to keep as connected to each other as we’d like. But I think dinner on the patio is a good way to attempt that–I think we’ll do it again tonight.

Have been enjoying your blog — so true our failure to enjoy what few nights we have for dining on the patio! A perfect Minnesota evening is hard to beat!
You are SO right! I’m going to try to get my family out there again tonight. Looks like anothe perfect evening!