We had a very domestic day yesterday. Olga and I took a long walk in the morning around West Hampstead and Cricklewood, the neighborhood to the northwest of where we live. The sun was out and the shadows were long, and I took some fun pictures. I let Olga lead the way, even as we wound into areas she didn't know very well. Every now and then she'd look back at me for reassurance, as if to say, "Is this the right direction?"
I finally got a clear shot of this place, which usually (and appropriately) has cars parked in front of it. It always looks like this, even when it's seemingly open for business. The mattress is an added bonus.
Anyway, we came home and spent some time in the garden. Dave bought a bunch of new plants -- a hollyhock, a snakehead fritillary, a yellow primula and others -- so he put those in the ground while I neatened the flower beds. We also filled the birdbath and restocked the feeders, which have been doing a booming business all morning today -- at this moment there are two magpies on the birdbath, a pigeon waiting nearby, and big brown Eurasian jays and little black-white-and-yellow tits keep swooping in to eat from the peanut feeder on the fence. That jay is so full of peanuts I don't see how it can fly.
It's so nice to see things coming back to life again after a winter of dormancy. The bursting buds, the bright sun. Spring is a wonderful time.
In the afternoon I read my New Yorkers and in the evening we had pork roast and watched Season 4 of "House of Cards." We're only a few episodes in, but I'm still trying to figure out what's going on -- Season 3 seems so long ago!