Highlights of a Sunday Afternoon in the Park

The Spreckles Organ Pavillion, where we listened to a free concert and ate cheese and pears and bagels.

My uncontrallable flying hair. I almost took off and flew twice.

Someday when I have kids, I will always dress them as cows. For no reason. Seriously.

I made it a point to strike up a conversation with this man later, and ask what he was making. It's a baby blanket for his daughter who is expecting. We chatted for quite awhile about stitches and yarn. His wife wore a black and white camo print hippie skirt with matching hat. I fell in love with them both.

When my kids aren't wearing cow suits, they will be wearing kilts and knee socks. Seriously.

The world needs more street musicians.

I made friends with a dog in a fountain.

He was the wettest, slobberiest and most gentle dog I've ever met. He treated me to a shower. I love him.

Not pictured - the "do not feed the fish" sign.

I made friends with a plant.

And I told this one secrets.

I became a juggler's assistant.

And stole the show. Naturally.