It's Tuesday and we survived the weekend of record breaking high temperatures. Friday it was 106 degrees in Jersey, and Saturday we got a little break with 103. We spent most of the weekend indoors and were very happy when Sunday turned out to be a normal summer day with temperatures in the low 90s.
So we took a little road trip to visit my dear friend (and co-worker) Simona at her home in Long Island.
Simona was such a lovely and thoughtful host. When we arrived at her place she'd packed a cooler full of homemade lemonade, fresh watermelon, grapes, rugalach and other scrumptious summer treats. We spent the day at the beach just down the street from her apartment and then later visited the Planting Fields Aroboretum.
This was in Glen Cove, Long Island, where Sabrina, one of my very favorite Audrey Hepburn movies, was filmed. Glen Cove is a charming town full of mansions and old Victorians, horse farms and sprawling greens. And it's only an hour and fifteen minutes from NYC but about two hours from us in New Jersey.
Seamus had a big time playing in the sand at the beach, rinsing it all off in a cool shower and rolling back in the sand again. You should have seen all the sand that came off of him the bath that night. He even had it in his ears.
He also brought home lots of "fossils."
The Planting Fields Arboretum was our most favorite part of the day however. We arrived late but stayed for a good two hours and still only saw a small section of the 409 acre estate.
The arboretum was so breathtaking that the Gwyns felt way underdressed in our beach clothes, salty hair and sandy skin.
Simona was the only one of the four of us who looked like she belonged there in her dress and flowing scarf.
I took lots of pictures of blooming things and fruit bearing trees...much more than I could ever post here without boring you completely.
We let S play in the arboretum's sprinkler systems:
We also played for a bit inside this big tree.
S had fun climbing the trees that didn't have signs saying not to, and pretending to be a deer.
We finished the day with margarita pizza at a cute Italian restaurant and headed the two hours back home through Queens and Brooklyn, over the Williamsburg Bridge, through downtown Manhattan and the Holland Tunnel and back into Jersey. It was late when we got home and I slept like a baby. Now it's already Tuesday and I still feel like I'm on some sort of vacation and shouldn't be anywhere near work.