Sorry for the lack of posting lately, guys. I promise to be back to a normal schedule soon. My baby nephews are headed to the Jersey Shore with my mom for Memorial Day so I’ll be bombarding you with thunder thighs (ahem, above) and toddler shenanigans next week. We also head to Iceland soon so you know I’ll have five million incredible photos to share so get ready! In the meantime, thanks for hanging in. I hope all is well and life is fantastic! xo, risa
A lovely afternoon spent reading, napping and relaxing in the park. Just what the doctor ordered. Chris and I packed up a few essentials and grabbed a shady spot in Schuylkill Bank Park along the river to enjoy the beautiful sunshine on Saturday. It was the perfect spring day, a rarity these last few seasons. We watched the bikers and runners whiz by, the moms with strollers saunter along and the grandpops teach their youngsters how to fish. My favorite Saturday in a long time. How did you enjoy the beautiful weather this weekend?
sooo, sorry for the lack of posting this week. i’m feeling a little tired and a lot uninspired. i need a pause button and some vitamin d. like a needle of sunshine to the bones. i have to work early morning saturday, but i’ve decided to dedicate the rest of the weekend to nothing. nothing but picnics in the park, naps on the grass and movies on the couch. that’s right. hand me a bag of twizzlers, a beach hat and a good book and color me thrilled. capeesh? next week i promise to bring you happiness and cute outfits (because i also did some online shopping this week and the mailman and i are like this). have a great weekend guys! xo
My feelings toward our fig tree have softened a bit since I moved in with Chris a few years ago. For you blog newbies, this gal is a beast. (You can read about her miniskirt-sized poisonous leaves and obnoxious need to take over our lives here.) You see, we live in South Philly and we have this sweet little patio perfect for breakfast al fresco or an afternoon of sunbathing. But no. Never. Not once. Because she won’t share. As in, leaves not an inch for us humans once she’s in full bloom. This “original” fig tree runs this place, folks. Two summers ago we dedicated many sleepless nights to turning her into canned fig preserves to be used as both our wedding favors and table assignments (seen here, recipe post here), since she produces enough figs in a summer to feed our entire neighborhood for a year. Then last summer, in complete and utter rebellion, this bossy thing decided to have a rotten season and deprive us. I woke up Saturday morning and opened the windows in our kitchen to let the cool breeze in when I saw this. Baby buds and bright green itty bitty leaves. And the smell, oh the smell of fresh figs right out your window. The sweetest sign of summer.
So let’s see, this week … I thought we’d had a break-in in our house in the middle of the night but then I realized it was just a ghost who likes to do the dishes. Spring has finally made its way to Philly and I can’t get enough of all the fresh blooms and sweet air. My friend Korin and her cute puppy Ripken are coming this weekend so I’ve been super excited all week. But I hope they don’t mind that I haven’t cleaned in approximately three months. And Friday finally came. At last. Happy weekend!
