Under the Apricot Tree
Saturday evening, our house, dessert. My son's friends decided, after the last school formal, that all the stuff around the Homecoming dance, like dinner and getting dressed up, were more fun than the dance. (I think it's mainly the girls who make these decisions, but then again, I don't really know too much about it.) In any case, instead of the Prom, they had a progressive dinner-party. Dessert, served before the main course, allegedly due to transportation issues, was under our apricot tree.
We all had fun.