In New England, we seem to wait all winter lonnnng (all 6.5 months of it) for a lovely, blooming weekend like the one we just had. Now that the dreary grey and brown landscape has perked up again, I can fall a bit in love with New England again. Blue skies (full disclosure: with a little showers in the morning). Sunny. Light breezes. As luck would have it, when that particular kind of Saturday rolled around we had some great reasons to be out and about enjoying it.
Holy Boston baked beans! Now I remember why we like it here...