staycationing

It was an early morning, big breakfast, cookie baking, misty and mild, Sunday drive, spring-is-everywhere kind of weekend.

I love to cook dinner and am usually the one at the stove at night. On workday mornings, D makes the coffee and sends me out the door with fruit or toast, and all week I look forward to weekend brunches.  Saturday, Jack and I played while D worked [okay, rocked] the omelet station.

It was damp but warm, and between bouts of drizzle I looked around at what’s springing up in the yard, where many new leaves are turning over. I almost didn’t see this little guy -

- but the tulips were hard to miss. I’m dying to garden, but because our house will be under construction this summer, the yard will be under lumber and debris, and I haven’t planted anything.  I love being surprised each season by the remnants of the garden that was – the tulips, irises, daffodils, lilac, vinca – and even the wild, weedy things like wood violets, clover and phlox hold a little promise of the garden that will be.

Yesterday we took a ride on some country roads I grew up around but hadn’t traveled in awhile. We saw a lot of fence, pretty scenery, and the No. 12 school, a one-room, two-door schoolhouse, ca. 1895, that’s slightly smaller than the one I attended with 20 classmates.

Here’s to long weekends that get us through long Mondays.