“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…