Rest or be productive? All week thoughts of Saturdays run toward respite and relaxation. That yearning runs headlong up against the pressure to utilize every precious minute of "free" time to tackle and tame the disarray of home. Usually respite wins out. The body needs its rest; the mind instinctively defends its sanity.
Today that meant leisurely rolling out of bed, despite the list of to do's that fired up as soon as wakefulness set in, and then going out with Sissy to try a new neighborhood cafe for lunch. Breakfast burrito was tasty. And the doughnuts were too tempting. Hibiscus was the prettiest.
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| Tasty work of Black Star Cafe. |
The day was sunny and bright, with a late winter chill in the air - layering still called for. So why not let a doughnut sit on the hips a bit? The protective winter fat layer will have a job to do for at least a few more weeks. Rationalizations for doughnut eating are surprisingly easy to come by.
To counterbalance the fat-build, though, the doughnut was eaten in the park. And vigorously walked off (at least partially, one hopes) afterward.
It's bright pinky fuchsia was a precursor to the seasonal hues being hinted at by the crocuses breaking the thawing ground. The namesake hibiscus foreshadows the bright summer Flora to come in the warmer weather. The most sultry thing happening at the park today was the pigeon courtship - seemed like everywhere the males were puffing themselves up and chasing after the girls. Clearly pigeon mating season.
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| How sad to return home to discover only one of these sweet little boots still attached to their infant owner. The mate awaits a reunion. |
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| The bed at the base of the stairs on 86th. |
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| Close-up of the stair bed. Tulips still have a ways to go. |
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| Mossy sign of near-Spring? Or just moss? |
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