spring delights

I can feel it again in the air -- that rejuvenation -- the one that hits you straight in the chest, and knocks you right down into the soft grass beneath you, the same soft carpet that grows more day by day. Finally, spring is here.

On a weekend note, there's something to be said for sharing a meal with a new friend. It's exciting to hear stories of faraway places and unfamiliar faces -- and more importantly to spill laughs into coffee mugs. Nothing seemed to be more fitting than eating somewhere completely new -- Toast Ballard -- a speciality eatery that promised to fill our brunch bellies with gourmet-drizzled waffles and thoughtfully topped toasts. And we were not disappointed. Fresh flowers and stretches of windy sand didn't hurt either.

maple sundays

I'm quickly learning to love my new favorite Sunday tradition. A classic maple bar and an apple-ginger cider. The best way to do fall right now, in my humble opinion. It's just the pick-me-up I need after a long week of stuffy noses and lots of homework. Sitting by the the window, calmed by the low bustle of a coffee shop, is my favorite way to catch up on much-needed writing to my friends, and  catching my breath before busyness of the approaching week heads my way.

Here's one of the beautiful quotes I put on a postcard today:

“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”

 -Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald