Every year when I’m bitterly complaining about winter, someone asks, “So, why do you live here, if you hate the cold so much?” And I just look at them like they are insane, and reply: “Spring, of course.”
And so I’ll write the same post I seem to have to write every year.
I grew up in a land with no spring (in the worst state in the entire world). No winter either! And no beautiful, bittersweet fall. Just SUMMER. In all caps, bold, italicized SUMMER. It got old. And then I went to the East coast for the first time in my life, and winter hit me like a baseball bat. Winter in Rochester, where I went to college, lasted pretty much into summertime. There were some lilacs, then a few months of glorious sun, then winter descended again. Now I live 5 or so hours southeast of Rochester, and winter isn’t so bad. Or maybe it’s not so bad because of global warming? Sigh.
Either way, spring is glorious.
Even if your fancy camera is at work, so you are reduced to documenting it with your phone camera.
first day of outside laundry
The patio, ready for dinner outside. Not that this workaholic is ever home around dinnertime, but it’s ready, nonetheless.
Just outside the frame: peonies just beginning to poke up.
I never eat my ferns, because I want them to grow up all ferny and huge, but the temptation is there…
Running errands with no jacket!
Cleo celebrates the season by resting her head on a comfy twig.
All that, and a brand new Moleskine too!
I hope my friend Katy won’t see this and notice that the copy of David Copperfield she gave me (“You’ll LOVE IT!!!”) is, 2 years later, still hanging out, uncracked, on the nightstand…