I believe, with great fear of jinxing it, that Spring has indeed finally sprung. Everywhere one can hear the sweet songs being sung from NYC’ers finally able to enjoy outside drinking on Sundays, starting at noon. Any temperature above 50 means we’re getting out the shorts and flip flops. I met a man yesterday at the Sag Harbor recycling center who told me that this winter almost broke him. Yes, I shook my head, we all got a little broken. Although for many it’s probably better titled, Fits of Rage, Severe Depression, Falling-in-front-of-a-train-doesn’t-sound-so-bad, kind of thing.
So the polar vortex has ascended and the burning of my winter jacket, boots, gloves and knit hat will commence. In celebration of Spring, and also the birthdays of his parents and daughter, Ken and I dilly dallied to Los Angeles and Snowmass and then on to Water Mill for a little more vacation, all offering some sun and fun.
Here’s to Spring!
Adele celebrates her 9th birthday
On the way to Snowmass (and apparently no one else was!)
On the road to Water Mill