Baltimore springtimes are usually ephemeral but for the past 2 or 3 years we've had ideal Springs, with plenty of cool, wet days punctuated by gloriously sunny days all throughout March, April, and May. We've also had mild (for Baltimore) summers. I'm glad, because I'm a weather wimp who cries in very cold weather and mopes on hot and humid days. Lots of folks have informed me that I ought to move to Washington or Oregon, and I've been sorely tempted in the past. But I love the grand old industrial cities of the East Coast, particularly Baltimore which has nearly always been my home.
Yesterday we had a wild windy day, and the kids and I took full advantage: we puttered in the yard all morning, took a brisk walk, played in a friends backyard, and finally drove to meet my parents at a park local to them on the Gunpowder River where we saw either Bank or Rough-Winged Swallows, some Cedar Waxwings, and, briefly a Baltimore Oriole. We arrived home in time to dig a hole and plant this, our 2nd Serviceberry tree before throwing together a quick meal and watching David Attenborough's "Life in the Undergrowth."
Today was a rainy day, perfect for helping my newly planted tree settle in nicely, and perfect also for a day of lots of reading, knitting, and playing, and just a little housework. It would have been a good day for baking too, but Finch had a long and leisurely nap in my arms, something we haven't done in many months, so I sacrificed the maple-walnut bread for what could easily be Finch's last lap-nap. My little guy is growing up fast and a (small) part of me regrets that he is the last.
dinner tonight: Spaghetti Marinara, lemony glazed carrots with parsley