we've had a welcome spell of moderate weather here on long island this week. anymore it feels like the only thing that is real is being outdoors.
(well, being outdoors and reading flannery o'connor and possibly baking.)
I love pebble beaches and I don't care what anybody says.
have I mentioned that I'm enjoying the hamilton soundtrack? it's not PG but dang is it quite excellent.
I was shocked to see a couple crocuses across the street. they must have popped up literally overnight, because it was frozen and then suddenly it was in the 50s.
the pebble take. perfect for the bathroom windowsill.