Sunny Sunday, With More Grass-Rolling

Yesterday was a dream of a day -- pleasantly cool with a crystalline blue sky and blooming things everywhere. Olga and I walked to Wormwood Scrubs, the vast grassy park northwest of where we live. I didn't even have to wear a jacket!

Olga celebrated spring with more enthusiastic grass-rolling, one of her favorite hobbies.

On the way to the Scrubs we passed this elaborately planted little park in North Kensington, next to the wonderfully named North Pole Road.

The trees are bursting with pink and white blossoms along nearby Bracewell Road. Drivers along North Pole Road were slowing their cars to get a better look.

Olga and I stayed out for about three hours. By the time we got home, she was worn out.

(Note the recently replanted avocado, much happier in its larger pot.)

I spent the afternoon Skyping with my mom, my brother and his family in Jacksonville, and catching up on more magazine reading. In Harper's this month: a fascinating article about life in modern South Africa, and an assessment of the legacy of poet e.e. cummings.