Isn’t this INCREDIBLE? Saturday morning we took a walk, and scenes like this were all over. After a few months of not being especially enthusiastic about living in this part of the world, what with the sub-zero temperatures, insane blizzards, getting snowed in practically every week and all…our town is busy making me fall in love with it all over again. It’s just so gorgeous.
If you’re in the NYC area, I highly suggest you come up for a day trip sometime (ideas for how what to do are here). Maybe next weekend, while these cherry blossoms (or are they apple blossoms?) are still hanging around.
Another thing that happened this weekend: this strange scene. Kendrick is about thirty seconds away from wrapping up Year One of business school – his finals are this week. I have no idea what any of the stuff pictured above means, but it all seems very impressive.
Proud.
Hat Attack fedora; Nine West flats (also avail in leopard & pink snakeskin, just FYI)
And this was how we spent Mother’s Day: with breakfast in bed (including my Craving Of The Moment, a chocolate egg cream), hanging out in the backyard (I napped in a hammock, YES), a trip to an orchard to check out the goats, and a bbq (with s’mores). Kendrick also gave me a button that said “Not My Freaking Problem” to use for the day, which was very much appreciated.
I have to say: I never expected Mother’s Day to mean this much to me. I’m not a really big holiday person – I don’t especially care about birthdays, anniversaries, et cetera – but this particular holiday is becoming more and more important to me as I start to realize what, exactly, it means. It’s not that I want to be “rewarded” or given a “break” for a day or anything that the jokey Hallmark cards insinuate; it’s more that I want to take a minute celebrate this amazing new turn our life has taken, and it’s really wonderful to have a day where we all consciously appreciate each other, do things together, eat, play, say “I love you” a lot.
At one point, Indy reached his s’mores stick towards the sky and said that he wanted to touch the moon. It was like being handed a big sign reading In Case You Were Wondering, This Is The Point Of It All.
(The breakfast in bed is nice, too. I’ll take that whenever I can get it.)
This might have actually been my very favorite Mother’s Day ever, just because it was so full. Happy. I hope yours was, too.
P.S. Harvest Moon Farm & Orchard, where these shots were taken, is one of our favorite day trip spots – it’s in North Salem, which is just about an hour up the Saw Mill from the city, and has goats, chickens, a great selection of plants, a farm store that sells locally made stuffed animals, soap, gardening decorations, and New York State wine, and a cafe that sells what I am very seriously telling you are the best bacon-egg-and-cheese sandwiches in the world. And next week they’re having an Apple Blossom Festival with hayrides, live music…and turkey legs, I suspect. Fun. We’ll be there; you should totally come!
