Happy Tuesday, friends!

Monday rushed in with a burst of productivity and before I knew it, I was going to bed without blogging. (Don't worry, the productivity has long since disappeared.)

Over the weekend, though, I got a little taste of what summer might feel like this year. Saturday, there was a two course (!!) brunch on the back porch, complete with popover breakfast sandwiches (spinach + fried egg + bacon + sharp cheddar on a popover = my new culinary obsession), and then, when we were still hungry, some biscuits. I spent all of Sunday outdoors, hiking, biking and gardening, and it was heavenly.

I am so, so ready for summer to begin.

Happy Monday, friends!

What a weekend. Saturday, there were no pictures. But there were nine and a half mile runs, plenty of iced coffee, and finally seeing ones' bestie for the first time in months. (Or maybe weeks. But it felt like years.)

Sunday was perfect. It started with a walk in the woods. Lily of the Valley were spotted, and they were magical, as always.

Sunday afternoon, Elizabeth came over and we baked up a storm. It started with a tart for a coworker's birthday, and then we needed to make an apple pie because who makes pies without also making an apple pie. Then, it's May which means it's practically sacrilege to bake without using rhubarb, so we also made a rhubarb coffee cake. Further testing is needed, but we may have found the coffee cake holy grail.

All in all, a very productive weekend.

How about you?

Porch Breakfast

I think I've mentioned before that one of my favorite features of our apartment is the back porch. (The front porch is pretty nice, too, but there's something especially magical about the back porch.)

Now that it's finally started to warm up in Boston, I've taken to running in the mornings instead of going to the gym. That means that I get to eat my oatmeal while sitting on the back porch, curled up in the papasan chair. It's kind of a perfect start to the day.