Spring! This weekend the city came alive at last. Pale people emerged from their apartments blinking in the bright sunlight, and I was one of them. I ditched my socks, sat in the grass, and explored the park with my toddler leading the way. While proper leaves have yet to emerge, I spotted teeny green sprouts peeking out of buds all over the neighborhood and a lone forsythia with yellow buds just about to bloom. And you know, this year of all years, I really need the spring. It feels merciful. We’ve worked so hard and the winter’s been so long. I recommend you unscrew some rosé (don’t judge – once you go screw top, you’ll never, or at least rarely, go back), let the sun hit your face, and then have a little asparagus. [Read more…]