Last night we went to see Howie Day and Gavin DeGraw at Wolf Trap. The rain fell in a torrential downpour the minute we parked the car, and neither of us had an umbrella. By the time we reached our seats, we were soaked. My skirt clung to my legs and I was glad I'd chosen the brown t-shirt over the white one. Apparently my hair is curly when I let it dry naturally.
Wolf Trap is a beautiful site for a concert. The amphitheater is surrounded by lush greenery and fireflies tickle the air. Although I was glad we were under the rooftop last night, I love the lawn seats at Wolf Trap. Is there anything more delicious in summer than a blanket, a picnic supper, some lemonade, and good music under the stars?