After a fierce snowstorm on Saturday, it was as warm as spring around here yesterday, it stayed light until after 5:00, and, well, the ol' Spring Fever Juices started flowing.
But then I remembered it's only January.
So I went to the Dutch Tavern.
I came across these photos the other day, and was so struck by the summerness of them. Like, we knew we were in summer, we loved summer, we were happy it was summer, but we weren't jumping up and down for joy because it was summer, which seems odd to me because that's what I'd be doing if it were summer today.
|I love the sun streaming in the window, shining on everyone's oddly-tilted heads.|
|Our little friend here was about to undergo some fabulous |
|And my nephew has grown a pint of Bass for a face.|