Spring-y

It’s that gorgeous time of year when everything is green and blooming. And half the time you love it and half the time there’s a little voice whispering, “I’m not ready”.

I do have a crop (haha) of spring at least adjacent pictures.

Our already almost done lilacs.

Welham’s tree, also in the banner above at the time of this writing; might be gone by the time you come back.

We went to Chicago on Sunday and tried out a new bakery, Good Ambler. It’s perfectly OK – near the train, room to sit, nice food, good coffee, clean bathrooms. It’s the lobby of a corporate headquarters, Mondelez. Kraft split off Modelez in some way that was profitable for them, like 10 or 15 years ago, and ironically for an artisan bakery, Mondelez is a bunch of formerly Kraft brands like Chips Ahoy! and Honey Maid and Oreos. Oh, and Good Ambler has gourmet chocolates, and Mondelez owns Cadbury.

On Friday night we went to the Wisconsin Triennial. Mark was a bit grumpy, I think due to his cold, and pronounced the show weak. Personally, I had trouble finding the labels, and I’m a highly experienced museum goer.  Hell, I’ve written exhibition labels. They were kind of hard to find. Mark had a several other criticisms (cold) but also wondered of artists were unwilling to submit due to continuing anger at MMoCA, related to the controversy around MMoCA’s treatment of a Black woman artist at the last Triennial. Could be.

I took pictures of the ones that I liked, but there’s more info on the Triennial site.

I also liked Teresa Abel’s The Stone Path, but there was a group of people plunked in front of it talking and I couldn’t get a picture. And Tom Jones’ Levi Blackdeer, 2023, that really had pride of place in the gallery, right in front of you as you walked in, but also hard to get a picture due to crowds.

Saturday Al & Emma & Jasper came over for an alternate Mothers’ Day brunch because we will be in Lancaster PA for Mark’s brother’s and sister-in-law’s 80th birthday on real Mothers’ Day. I made cinnamon rolls and a big fruit salad and scrambled eggs and bacon, and I picked up a dozen bagels from Gotham. Which was too much. I also scrambled enough eggs for 5 people, but one 2 1/2 year old and 4 adults including Al who eats a prescribed diet – he had black coffee and a strip of red pepper – is not the same as 5 people. I think we ate about three bagels between us, but Emma took a bunch home. And we ate leftover eggs and bacon with new toast on Monday night for dinner.

And we also bought some spring-y bouquets at the market, and gave one to Emma to take home.