WEEKEND: 5.30.14

Cat tracks always make me happy.

 I think I take some version of this photo every year. I love it out here when the flowers are planted in these little tins I got at Tossed and Found. Geraniums make me sentimental for French flower boxes.

You don't want to know how many pictures I got in this series of cat photos. Sometimes she's just too cute for her own good.

I love an early Saturday morning that features baking bread, a pot of French press and a good book. Check (6 a.m. - thanks, Luna), check (quick-rise white), check (Thomas Hammer), check (The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. All the rage these days, with good reason.).

Our view at lunch. Cannon Hill Park is just a mile and a half away, and on an 75-degree afternoon, an ideal picnic destination with the dog.

I hardly ever bake/eat white bread, but when I do, I love a gooey PB&J. Extremely satisfying. Plus some leftover Mediterranean chopped salad I took to a work potluck. (Really, really good recipe from Cook's Illustrated a few years back - my new favorite.)

I don't take for granted that my dog is so cool. She's just taking in those ducks across the way and is happy to be by my side.

 Could it have gotten any more idyllic? There's the ice cream truck.

 The dogwoods are fading.

I will never complain about this neighborhood. The houses are quaint, the gardens are old-fashioned, and the sidewalks are craggy from giant tree roots. It's a lovely place to spend a weekend.