Apricot stuffed French toast greeted me yesterday morning with freshly made syrup from our few maples out front. And little gifts, creatively wrapped, lined up with verbal instructions on which was from whom, at the dining room table my love built me, which I still love. Little favorite stones, a beaded bracelet, lavender soap, and a vintage pin from my kiddos.
We spent the day in the city of Syracuse, visiting the science museum, gritting our teeth against the St. Patrick's Day traffic and detours, taking the kids for ride on the carousel, picnicking in the van (courtesy of yummies from Wegmans) and ending the day with a quick stop at a favorite thrift store. (Best find of the day was a $9, eight quart pot with pasta insert, veggie steamer tray and vented lid.)
Friday night my Dad came for dinner and my sister Katie and her husband. Sean cooked a rib eye roast, goat cheese potato galette to go along with salad and rustic bread. Annaliese baked me a delicious lazy daisy cake with crisp buttery broiled coconut on top. My sister gave me a great vintage straw sunbonnet which will be perfect for gardening. I can't wait to wear it under the sun, poking seeds into the earth.
Thirty-one is great.