Sprung

 

It's springtime in New England, and you know what that means. 

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It means that we never know from day to day what it's going to mean. It means that we'll go from lunch al fresco to freezing our asses off at our kids' soccer game in a span of three hours. Windows thrown open and then the heat on later. 

It means a long, early walk through the neighborhood, listening to a podcast about creepy things, and learning that the first suspected vampire in the US was in Exeter, RI. It means gearing up for a Tour de Rhody. 

Starting tomorrow, it's on.

There will be burgers (19 of them, in May, with the RI Food Fights Burger Blowout). There will be beaches, bikes, some kind of peddle-contraption, possibly a parachute. There will be cocktails and seafood and friends. There will be something special discovered in every city and town in Rhode Island, one by one. 

But at least for the first part of today, I'm keeping it small and very local. Stay tuned.

 

 Sidewalks throughout the 'hood, built during the Depression and walked on by how many layers of residents and dogs and kids on bikes and in wagons. 

Sidewalks throughout the 'hood, built during the Depression and walked on by how many layers of residents and dogs and kids on bikes and in wagons. 

 Never saw this until I got a dog, and started seeing things up close. This neighborhood was filled with young, Jewish families during WWII--I wonder how many were lost in the war.       

Never saw this until I got a dog, and started seeing things up close. This neighborhood was filled with young, Jewish families during WWII--I wonder how many were lost in the war. 

 

 

 Favorite little tree. 

Favorite little tree. 

 And most importantly, this.                                             Photo credit: Ilira Steinman

And most importantly, this.                                             Photo credit: Ilira Steinman