Sometimes brunch isn’t about the food.

Not about the prosecco, nor the latte with thick crema. Not about the buttermilk pancakes brimming with blueberries, nor the pure maple syrup drowning the plate. Not about the crisp hickory smoked bacon, nor the fruit salad and yogurt.

Sometimes brunch is about the beautiful weather. The relaxing lounge on the deck. The music of water dancing splashes from the fountain. The umbrella’d table that seats more than two.

Sometimes brunch is about the wonderful friends that came over to visit and the beautiful hydrangeas that walked in the door with them.

Sometimes brunch is not about the food.

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