You know that phrase, “A Sunday well spent brings a week of content?” I’ve probably said this before, but for me, a Sunday well spent brings a week of wishing it was still Sunday. We had such a lovely, full weekend and all I want is for it to continue. I needed it, too, because I was weirdly more stressed out than usual last week. I have a few cases that are just giving me hives right now – nothing I can talk about on here, but I’m even more anxious than I normally am as a result. This weekend helped, though. On Saturday we were out the door early to get both kids their spring haircuts, and then it was off to the countryside to pick daffodils. Long-time friends may recall that two springs ago, we picked tulips at Holland in Haymarket and had the most wonderful time. Last year we couldn’t pick because a freak storm destroyed the whole crop (the farm is still talking about “the great tulip tragedy of 2018”) and this year we were almost too late. The tulip fields were extremely picked over – we went on the second-last day of the season – but the daffodil field was glorious. We filled two baskets, spent some time on the playground, then headed back to the city to await our special visitors – Nana, Grandad, and our family friends. They were working their way back north after a month in Hilton Head (I have to tell you, retirement seems amazing) and stopped by for a quick visit to break up the trip. On Saturday, they arrived a little before 5:00; Nugget and Steve were at a birthday party but Peanut and I were there to greet them. We had a lovely evening with wine and appetizers, then they staggered back to their hotel. On Sunday, all eight of us tried out a new adventure – a visit to Kenilworth Aquatic Gardens in Anacostia Park. It was very restful and we got to watch some goslings for awhile – so sweet – but I think we’re going to have to go back in July to see the lotus and waterlilies in full bloom. We got nice and muddy, then headed back to our neighborhood to clean up, feed the kiddos a quick lunch, and then walked down to the waterfront to explore the new park area on the riverbank and visit our old haunts, like the Torpedo Factory and Fire Boat 201. We closed out the weekend with a joyful family dinner at Virtue Feed + Grain, and I felt full of love and happiness and not at all motivated to trudge back to my office. But… trudge I will.
Reading. It’s been sort of an up and down reading week. I am still working my way through the gigantic Edith Wharton biography – not quite halfway, so I have to get going, as it’s due back to the library on Saturday. Since it’s too big to take on the metro with me, I have been carting along smaller books for commute reading. I polished off An Elderly Lady is Up to No Good on Monday and LOVED it. (I wasn’t sure if I’d like it, but it was so short that I figured, why not? Turned out, it was wildly, devilishly fun, and I’ve recommended it to several people already – including my friend Susan, who ordered it from Amazon immediately. She’s going to love it.) The other commuting book last week was Our Only World: Ten Essays, by Wendell Berry. I’m about halfway through it as this week begins, and so far – underwhelmed. But I’m pressing on with it and keeping an open mind.
Watching. See, this is where I feel like I get repetitive. This week, the only thing I watched was… Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, again. With the kids, of course. They love it and can’t get enough. But… you guys, it’s good. I mean, it’s really, really good. (“How’d I end up with the janky old broke hobo Spider-Man?” … “Take that off, it’s disrespectful. Spider-Man doesn’t wear a cape.” … “They took a BAGEL!” … “I’m taking this cube thing with me. I don’t understand it. But I will.”)
Listening. Most of The Queen of Hearts, by Offa Rex, while gardening. And several podcast episodes on introversion. All so good.
Making. Lots of lovely things. Pomodori al forno and artichoke dip – again. Two weeks of visitors, two weeks of the best appetizers. And sparkling water, finally, from our Sodastream, which we got for Christmas and which I finally unpacked and learned how to use this week. (LOVE.) And a bowl full of dried blossoms for Beltane. And mint tea in a new mug from my favorite potter – this one looks like the end of a sunset, and I love it.
Blogging. I have a fun week ahead for you – my April reading recap on Wednesday, naturally, and more pictures and stories from daffodil-picking on Friday. How is it almost May?
Loving. Time with family and friends is always precious. I think I say that every time we have them in town, but it’s my very favorite thing. (You will not be surprised to hear that my love language is quality time.) Also, our family friends shared some WONDERFUL news, which I can’t divulge, but which made us all smile all weekend long.
Asking. What are you reading this week?