Ok, so there were only six of them. It seemed like fewer because everyone was so well behaved… with the exception of Jerry. He was pretending to hit me on the head with a stick! Anything for a laugh out of the grandchildren, right? It turns out this mom and I are both proud graduates of the same high school… Iroquois. We both recognized each other immediately. Small world here in Buffalo, isn’t it? She and her husband met in middle school. I didn’t think that happened anymore, marrying your middle school sweetheart. I guess when things are meant to be it doesn’t matter how old you are.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that these were taken at Chestnut Ridge Park, in Orchard Park, NY. Aren’t the colors just awesome?