We’ve been overdue for attending a Rose Garden festival. Last time was in 2013. Tonight we watched Diaspora Dance Theater.

The weather was hot, but a nice breeze and tree shade kept us cool. Jasmine insisted ice cream was still needed. And who can blame her.

Back in 2013 she danced on the lawn with the other kids, now as a teen, we talked and played cards.

I tried to convince her to stay after the concert to tour the garden, but she said no. She was behind on her Netflix queue.

When we got home, I made her read 30 minutes before turning on the tube – because I’m one of those parents.