{ Pictured: Noritake Hertford and Rochelle Gold China }
How we celebrated the arrival of spring (YAYYYY): with a seafood-and-wildflower-inclusive dinner in our backyard. As annoying as daylight savings is - I mean really, trying to convince a four year old and a one and a half year old that "yes, I'm aware that it looks like it's noon outside but for real, go brush your teeth and go to bed" is the very definition of an exercise in futility - it's also so exciting, finally getting back those extra hours that we can spend taking an after-dinner walk in the park, or leaving the windows open so we can listen to neighborhood kids playing basketball, or sitting in the hammock with a book, or many of the other myriad uber-suburban activities that I never knew were particularly my jam but that I now, officially in my mid-thirties, have discovered are what make me the very happiest.
I want to ride bikes (well, no: more accurately I want to sit on the stoop with a beer and watch my kids ride bikes, but same difference). I want to have picnics in the park. I want to garden.
