Midsummer

This midsummer festival, with the world a bit in chaos, Logan and I decided we’d forgo our usual trip to the beach where the bonfires are lit. In an effort to reconnect us with Mother Nature a bit, my hubby set up a tent in the back yard.

I’m not sure if you can consider this level of luxury camping, or, if because there was also custom pizza, delivered by a handsome man (sorry ladies, he’s mine), it falls into the glamping territory.

Thank you, my darling, for a midsummer spent under the sun and stars.

( As an out of character thing, this pizza was actually painstakingly handcrafted by the infamous M, and it didn’t sound like a fun process at all! So, thank you, M )