And a few photos from a spring weekend.

To be completely honest with you, I've never been in love with spring. What's that you say? I bet you hate sunsets and rainbows and puppies, too. I just don't know... of all the seasons, spring and I never really found friendship. Maybe something to do with the fact that I actually really enjoyed school as a kid, and spring marked the end of another year? Maybe the tease - the I-can't-decide-if-it's-warm-or-bitterly-cold of it all? Or maybe it's because Christmas is so darn far off in April?

In any case, I think we're turning a corner. This weekend, spring and I found some common ground. A happy place, if you will, nestled among the shops in the West Village, sung through open apartment windows and hidden in sweet little cafes discovered on Sunday afternoon walks.
p.s. there was a line the length of a block at our church on Sunday. wowza.
p.p.s. we made your overnight French toast, Grammy! it was delicious.