Picnic at Old Mill

Ah, springtime.  Is there anything better than the warming weather, chirping birds, blooming flowers, and unfurling leaves that come with the change of season?  I think not.

To commemorate the truly gorgeous day we had, Jo and I decided that it was picnic time.  Actually, to be accurate, we decided that it was "sit in the park and read while nibbling fruit salad" time.  But you know what I mean.

First we walked a few blocks to grab a newspaper, because my baby loves to sit in a park and read the newspaper.  He really will make an amazing old man.  He already sits in parks reading newspapers, listens to NPR while driving, has creaky joints (at least a creaky knee), and carries around a little notebook so that he won't forget things.  Babe, I love you.  But you know it's true:-)

The fruit salad was yummy:

And the day was pretty darn perfect:

 

I recently bought a big floppy sun hat, which I'm pretty much obsessed with.  Jo was nice enough to model it for me.  He actually looks better in it than I do, damn him.

 

We could have stayed all day, but I had studying to do, since Finals Week (yes that does) warrant capital letters!) was coming up.  After Jo finished catching up on current events, we strolled on back home.

But not before taking some pretty pics of some springtime blooms though!

 

Our Basil Babys

Every year, I grow basil on our kitchen windowsill and then eventually move it outside where it can grow big and strong and produce some of the finest pesto this side of the Mississippi. 

At least, that's the theory.

In reality, I've failed to produce healthy basil for the past two years now.  The seeds start off great and grow up to be about three inches.  But then they just...stop growing.  It happens about the time when I move them outside, and I can't figure out what the problem is.  Instead of dwelling on this year's basil fail, let's just remember the basil as the young, vibrant, promising plants that they once were. 

Oh well.  I'll try again next year.