I guess a lot of things I like are out of season right now, because all of the peaches, nectarines and plums looked horrible at the grocery store. I bought a huge Rome apple instead. It feels pretty German because it is cut into thick wedges on a wooden plate that was my Dad’s; it has a groove around the edge to catch crumbs. There is a huge knife on the plate, and honey haphazardly poured onto my Fagé in a bowl. There is apple juice all over the table, and coffee sloshed into a thick mug. And it’s all delicious.

Some people might call this Vermont over Germany, but no sir, it’s Alsfeld all the way.

Well, today was just excellent. After that wonderful coffee incident, Laura and I went to the cherry blossom festival in Brooklyn. The forecast of rain was clearly lying.

Then we got bubble tea,

window shopped,

and bought flowers for Kazu, who turned six today.

And then tapas for dinner, and traveling to Manhattan for ice cream. And I bought a dress at a thrift shop for fifteen dollars.