Yesterday morning we went out to the park early, and although I sported my down jacket for the majority of our walk the sunshine felt glorious. Taking my coat off for pictures, for once, wasn't freezing torture. The day warmed up and we saw a high around 70 F! What? I shed my jacket and traded my flats for chacos. The park (camels back park here in Boise) later in the afternoon was a bit surreal, as the density of people in that park reached something I have never seen before on a random Sunday in March. The trees lining the bottom of the hills were entirely strung with hammocks and slack lines and people. Bikers and hikers were a plenty. Every child in a 5 mile radius (I swear) was packed on that playground. Several families had even packed in their grills. And I mean, like giant propane grills. What even. So funny. Everyone was basking in the spring glory, in their own way. We took another hike/walk in the evening, because we simply couldn't help it. And after, I insisted that we enjoy dessert (affogatos) on the patio before dinner. Because, who can resist ice-cream in the sunshine?
+ skirt: Shhh, it's a dress — I tucked the top in.
+ shirt: Shhh, it's actually a nightie, with a camisole underneath.
+ cardigan: Old Navy, years ago.
+ ring: A gift/souvenir from my sister.
+ chacos: TriState, years ago.
As I sit down to write this post this Monday morning, there is bone chilling rain and 20+mph gusts outside. The high today is forecasted at 48 F. But yesterday, yesterday we had Spring.