“She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor: “Winter is dead.” 
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young

I guess yesterday was the last official market of the winter here in Santa Monica.

But it sure looked like spring had arrived a teeny bit early.

How many different kinds of eggs can there possibly be??

Good thing I went to the market alone yesterday, because there wasn’t much room left in the car for Brad.

I’m flying to Maryland tonight for a memorial service for my grandfather.  I hope I can bring a little bit of this Southern California springtime with me via raisins and strawberries.

And maybe some other goodies I pick up along the way…

xoxo