(Also! I found that solid-wood chair on the side of the road in my neighborhood. It usually sits on the front porch, covered in potted plants. Good find. I love how weathered it is.)
We threw down a blanket and had a picnic in the backyard that lasted 'til well after the sun went down; retiring to the house only to play The Book of Questions, a Fabry family tradition (because who doesn't like thinking and talking about themselves?).