Isn’t it crazy how much we look forward to weekends? Whether it’s to catch up on things, sit and relax, or be busy doing things you love, a weekend is a whole 48 hours that you can spend however you want to.
Each Sunday night I think of how I don’t want it to be Monday morning when I wake up- but surprisingly those weeks go by pretty quickly and I’m back to my weekend sanctuary.
This weekend was a lovely one, not because of the crazy plans I had, but because of the weather. Since most of my blog readers are in New England, or have survived a few New England winters, you know what a wonderful time the first REAL Spring weather weekend is in Boston. The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming (read: I’m sneezing) and people are finally getting some vitamin d.
Saturday I took my new park reading blanket (yes I bought a blanket with park reading in mind – curse you Target) and just read for a few hours. No plans, no where I had to be, not even another person to chit chat with in between pages.
There are weeks I forget in the hustle and bustle of things how lucky I am. But in the Springtime, when the sun is shining and Boston is no longer as angry because it’s still below freezing in the morning, you realize how lucky you are.
I wonder sometimes if I would love Spring so much if I lived in a place with less cold winters.
Sarah, we had our first real spring weekend here too and I can totally relate to your sentiments. People are (honest-to-goodness) happier in Chicago once it starts to warm up. I feel like we’re all slowly thawing out.
That’s definitely one of the things I love most about living in New England/the midwest. The change of seasons always gives you something to look forward to and anticipate.
We had very un-San Francisco warm weather last week, and I swear people were beaming walking down the sidewalk. There’s nothing like the first bit of warm weather. It brings out the best in people!
Also, I’ve been favoriting blankets on Etsy for park reading. Glad I’m not the only one 🙂
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