Solstice Party!

A run-down, mud-caked gaggle of small lawn ornaments: creepy? Or merely sad? Don't ask me, ask the people next door. At least these guys have collected in the back yard, where nobody will actually see them.

Enjoy the longest weekend days of the year! On tap for me: lawn-lounging for a carillon concert; screening at a friend's place of Monty Python and the Holy Grail; coworker's Sunday brunch; hopefully some painting and some quality time on the new bicycle (aka manifestation of the ol' economic stimulus check). Hope yours is filled with the same degree of Connecticuttish goodness, or some equivalently pleasant quality.