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
I finished this several weeks ago but life interfered whenever I tried to post it here. I used Blue Sky Organic Cotton and followed the EZ seamless raglan formula, my usual favorite for quick and easy kid sweaters. I modified it slightly to have a short placket, thus accomodating the big ol' toddler head. I'm very pleased with the result. I tried to make it on the large side and I still hope Finch will wear this in the Fall, but I have my doubts. I'd like to think that the number of grandchildren I'll eventually have will be directly proportional to the number of handknits I churn out but, again , I have my doubts. I won't grumble even if he does grow out of it before the Fall, because seeing his pleasure and pride in the thing made it wholly worthwhile. The first time he wore it, he hugged himself and laughed maniacally for several minutes before running around the house yelling "mine! mine! mine sweater!"
That was in early April and we are probably through with the sweaters for the season. Yesterday the kids and I spent the day at my friend's farm. The kids ran around like wild things, feeding the chickens, teasing the geese, playing in the river, and generally looking like a tribe of little flower children. I helped plant tomatoes, peppers, basil, and zucchini. I can't wait to see this garden in a month's time!
Today my big kids were rather subdued, and Finch was at his worst during yoga, but he perked up a bit in the library. Then he perked up some more, so much so that we had to leave precipitously. As we were leaving, the librarian asked Finch if he could say 'hi' and he instead said 'bye' and she replied, 'ah, just as well.' Truer words were never spoken! We treated ourselves to lunch at Clementine, where I had the most superbly delicious sandwich I've ever had and a glass of basil lime elixir that was delightful by itself and perfect with the sandwich. I can't possibly feel envious of folks who live out in the country on days when I've had lunch at Clementine.
dinner tonight: pineapple cashew stir-fry over quinoa