Spring Bucket List
Ever since this past summer when I felt an extra set of sads as Labor Day loomed, I’ve made a point to try and get all I can out of a season. Write it down and do it - easy as that.
Winter flew and now we’re in that ambiguous month but it’s here, I swear, March snow be damned because spring is almost here. I can’t wait for the flowers and the pasty legs. That first time you eat dinner outside and the way the ocean is just shy of bearable the last week in May. Spring, guys, let’s get excited. See below for plans and let me know what I’m missing.
The Spotted Pig (May 8) Doughnuts: Dunwell Doughnuts (Mar. 30), Baked by Butterfield (Mar. 23) Potlikker (May 18) Brooklyn Winery (May 4) Battersby (carryover from the last list) (May 1) Cream Puffs: Choux Factory, (May 15) Beard Papa’s (April 21)
Back Forty West (Mar. 19)
Salted Butter Caramel Ice Cream (April 28) Strawberry Cookie Dough Ice Cream by Joy the Baker (Mar. 24)
Basil Mint Mojitos
Something with asparagus, avocado, and artichoke
Something with scallops and sweet peas (May 19)
Tenth of December (May 1) Rules of Civility (Mar. 30)
Contagious: Why Things Catch On
Fever Pitch (requested by someone who insists I’m a lunatic for having gone 25 years without reading) (April 13) Lean In (April 2)
Sunset walk/run over BK + Manhattan bridges
Spring cleaning (closet and casa) a class at Murray’s (May 23)
Brooklyn Art Library
a race of some sort (May 11) DryBar (April 5)
Springtime Google Doodle designed by Finnish clothing design company Marimekko.
I wanted to take a photo of my birthday bouquet (peonies and lilacs, courtesy of le office) but the poor thing is on day five and looking a little rough around the edges so here is a virtual smorgasbord of springtime decoration. xx
Central Park in the Spring
I spent all of Saturday and Sunday afternoon in the park with le bebe. Guess what? It looked just like this. Hard to believe, but it’s true.
"Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us,
even in the leafless winter,
even in the ashy city.
I am thinking now
of grief, and of getting past it;
I feel my boots
trying to leave the ground,
I feel my heart
pumping hard. I want
to think again of dangerous and noble things.
I want to be light and frolicsome.
I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,
as though I had wings."
Mary Oliver, “Starlings in Winter” (via thecupcaketologist)