Another neighborly spaced-out back yard picnic.

Along with the shrimp, various sauces, rices, corn casserole and broccoli casserole, and some amazzing kind of chocolate/raspberry cake.
Just about dinner time the wind switched to the east and the temperature dropped. As darkness descended (as it does early now days) a deep evening chill finally broke up the party.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. —George Santayana