There’s something so magical about the first real weekend of spring. I was driving to pick up the Potato on Friday afternoon, and there were so many people walking around in their spring clothes, sitting on their stoops, biking, roller blading. It felt good to get out in the sun, especially after last week’s deluge.

I had a whole, interesting post composed in my mind when I was driving around this afternoon, but it’s lost to me now. I guess the thrill of the sunshine just drove it away.