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Apr 17 04: déjeuner sur l'herbe
Today was the first day of spring (observed).
This morning I dug out my shorts and sandals, and then Paul and I took Robin (back in town for the weekend on Oxford business) down to the garden store. We bought herbs—lemon thyme, sage, lavender, rosemary, lots of basil—and planted them in the window boxes. We picked up sandwiches and ginger ale and extravagant chocolate-chip cookies and walked up to the Sheep Meadow and sat on the grass. We watched small children run in circles. We observed the shirtless men at play. (The latter were, I confess, more interesting.) We smelled the turf; we felt the breeze. We dozed upon a blanket as the sun ambled amicably over our heads. Life was good.
But isn’t it always?
Commentary
Yes, but you didn’t get to do laundry in your very own apartment, did you?
posted by john, Apr 20 04 12:45 PM
John, sweetie, you don’t really feel that’s an appropriate way to spend a beautiful spring Saturday, do you?
(If so, I have a sackfull of socks underwear etc. that I’ll be happy to drop off.)
posted by Andrew, Apr 24 04 12:25 AM
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