We've happily split up our Saturdays each month into sweet little categories to make sure we're taking good care of ourselves and our family before giving all our time away to social functions: one day off for me, one day off for Matt, one day to be social, and one day for a family adventure and taking care of stuff at home together.
This Saturday we lucked out on the weather, the last Indian day of summer (post autumnal equinox-lucky us) before the rains of fall set in. We took a ride on the Kingston ferry and back.
What a gorgeous afternoon spent on the water, wandering Kingston, and back again. I hope Avonlea has an intrinsic memory of the feel of waves beneath and wind in the face. Nothing better.