First Day of Spring

My day really began early, when Dev, on the changing table, took my hand, inspected it, then held it to her chest and patted it. Then, upon reinspection, she kissed it. Twice. She let out a little giggle and pointed to her window: "bah." The birds. I heard them too--and decided I'd had enough with the weekend cabin fever. Time to hit the streets.

Our Public Market was the perfect spot this morning to initiate our meeting spring, however the cold/warm fronts blow. With Dev bundled from head to toe and our Boulder Coffees to go, Heath and I wove our way around hundreds--hundreds--of people caressing and sniffing the produce and goods (full props to the Italian bakers peddling kosher, Irish soda bread). A cinnamony, roasted hazelnut scent wafted, swirled, and flirted alongside the sweet smell of fresh fruit abounding, the local wines being sampled, fresh fish, basil. We resisted the Empanada Stop (but got Devster a spinach bagel to munch), and with our fresh pizza dough and veg in tow, were off.

We enjoyed a grill-out/eat-in lunch with our neighbors. They have three boys, and I honestly don't know how they keep their heads on straight (though they're some of the most organized people I've ever met). Their eldest showed us his piano prowess (unprompted--and impressed Devi so much I think we're going to have to get a piano); Devi was fascinated by Tinkerbell, their cat (we will not get a cat).
The kids played outside on the swingset for a while, and then we disbanded for naptime.

And that was a glorious hour: I raked the yard, cleaned up the flower beds and found some hidden daffodil shoots under the leaves, swept the front steps and driveway, got my heart racing a little. It's just late afternoon now, and while this is more of a day-in-the-life post, it's a post, and it's good to have that done too.

Tonight: off for a date with my hubby to the movies. And of course, some homemade pizza, courtesy of the market.