On Friday afternoon, my boss sent me an email with the following message: “On this first weekend of spring, I have to share this observation (heard on NPR on the 20th): ‘The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.’ Attributed to Henry Jackson van Dyke (November 10, 1852 – April 10, 1933), an American author, educator, and clergyman. Have a good weekend!”
Uhhh. Talk about a killjoy.
While I do like my boss very much, I have to disagree! The first day of spring is the first spring day. And, according to my count, it has sprung. Has begun. I don’t care how cold and windy it was this weekend, the sun was shining and little birds were hungry and chirping again. It was a spring weekend because I decided it was. I found spring because I sought it out. It’s that simple.
1. In addition to being the first spring week, it was also my first bike week. It may be too early to say definitively (and I know I should take things slowly), but I think I love her — this friendly little bike of mine. Why (why?) didn’t anybody set us up sooner? This weekend we were truly inseparable. We went to the farmer’s market, to Harvard Square, to brunch, all the way downtown to Macy’s, and then all the way back back to Cambridge to the food co-op. This afternoon, I was planning to go for a run, but I just didn’t have the heart to leave the old girl at home on her own. We went out for a long ride instead — up and down the Charles River bike paths. I don’t use this word often, but here it is: Marvelous. It was a marvelous afternoon. It was exactly how I wanted it to be. Much more about my new girlfriend coming soon.
2. Is anybody else in spring cleaning mode? I am usually plagued by what some could perhaps call an unhealthy urge to clean and organize just about everything, but lately, it’s been out of control! I went through and gave away piles of old clothing. I sifted through all the drawers and cupboards in my kitchen — purging all the broken bits and garbage left from old tenants. I even washed the walls. And yesterday morning, when I woke up, I decided that one of my dressers just absolutely needed to be turned 90 degrees, and now, like the flick of a switch, I suddenly have all this new, usable space in my tiny little bedroom. (It’s probably too soon to use the word marvelous again, isn’t it?)
3. This morning, I had brunch with my friend at one of my favorite egg spots in Cambridge — The Friendly Toast. It was so excellent to catch up — and the black bean, goat cheese, and avocado omelet I had (read: devoured) only increased this fine, Sunday morning excellence. If you live in Cambridge or happen to find yourself in the area, this place is the golden standard for great brunch. It is, to say the least, extremely popular, and the wait is always long and somewhat arduous — but please believe me when I say that it is always worth the wait. Don’t put your name in and then decide you’ll go elsewhere instead. Stay. Stay for an hour. Stay for as long as you need to. Their food is imaginative and just plain memorable. Go there, and wait your turn.
4. I bought a salad spinner today. This salad spinner, in fact. Up until this week, I had no idea that salad spinners were still a thing. I thought they were some kind of relic from the nineties that were now obsolete and ridiculous — like floppy discs or the macarena. But I suppose that, in this modern world of ours, a self-drying lettuce leaf has yet to be invented, and so onward we spin. Let me tell you something — my life is forever changed. It’s so simple, but so… magical? (Marvelous?) My leaves go in wet and come out dry. For what more could I wish? I was so happy with my purchase that I ‘spun’ three heads of lettuce this afternoon. Yeah, remember when I said I do nothing in moderation? Do you see what I mean now?
5. Earlier in the week, I ordered some items from the Etsy shop Oh, Little Rabbit, and my items arrived this weekend. You have to check out this shop. All their goods are hand-illustrated and screen printed. And perfectly happy and whimsical. To replace my current ripped-to-pieces and falling-to-shreds lunchbox, I bought this lovely giraffed masterpiece. It’s just too good.
Until next time…