A Mommy & Mimmie Day

                                                               We call moments like these-

photo credit- SF, Hummingbird Bakery, Summer 2012

A Mommy & Mimmie Day.

Before school begins, we walked a different route through the park, for a different perspective of things.

We talked about how beautiful nature (in England) is.  We called out to each other to look at this tree and that.  We paused and savoured a fallen leaf.

We wondered aloud about Queen Victoria and Prince Albert.

Then she got hungry and wanted to try someplace different.

I took her to Jak's on Walton Street.  

Bruno and I eat here often.

It's casual, cosy, on a quiet street with taste, serves food with an organic, Mediterranean slant. 

She was pleased.  She ordered a chicken pie with penne pasta and mozzarella salad as sides.  We shared some cake.  Then we crossed the street to look at art.

Gosh, I said, It's Murakami!

Who is Murakami, Mom?  She asked.

Inside the gallery (no photography allowed), she pointed out, Banksy.

Who is Banksy?  How do you know of him?  My turn at asking.

Oh, he did ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP and there was a lot of press, she said.

I listened to her in wide-eye wonder.  What's not to love about a Mommy & Mimmie Day?  Spending time resting in each other's company, few words are necessary, and yet the day always ends with a memory for keeping, and the learning of something new, from each other.