This spring has been incredibly trying for New Englanders who want nothing more than pure spring. Today, we woke up to snow. Granted, it was a spotty layer that melted as the day wore on, but still–it's the end of April. I've been trying to gather inspiration for the coming season for the garden, for projects, and for the start of the farmers' market. But this weather...it just keeps disrupting my best-laid plans.
We took a little trip to NYC to visit family and a new nephew. Everything was so fresh and spring-y, including the amazing oversize sculptures of flowers down the median strip of Madison Avenue, blooming over robust beds of colorful tulips. The lobby of the MOMA housed enormous terrariums, one long and slug-like, the other a tall egg, by artist Paula Hayes. The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny, a balmy breeze blowing, and temperatures in the 60s. The Grand Central Terminal Market is one of my favorite places to shop for food. I bought salami and cheeses from Murray's Cheese and some new spices (including my new fav, Aleppo pepper) from Penzey's. We stopped at the Bronx Zoo on the way back home. The weather was less perfect, cool and slightly rainy, but this made for great animal spotting. The lions were all out, the youngsters playfully pouncing on each other, the king actually roaring, his guttural sounds echoing against the rocks. Hopefully, he was telling Mother Nature to let spring and sunny days stay.