I was in Cleveland (Mentor-on-the-Lake, to be precise) this weekend to celebrate my godson’s First Communion. His grandparents have a spectacular house right on Lake Erie.
The family is a large Polish family; the many cousins and second cousins (and who knows what other relations) were outside flying kites and playing all evening. It looks lovely outside, and it was. But it was cold! Anyway, that’s a kite in the tree.
[Posted by Lali.]