Although this post is a little late, spring in DC has never been more welcome:
(Above photograph taken by roommate Emily Russel)
I've formally adopted this little plant here and I live in perpetual fear of drowning it. It's nice to have something living in the room besides me. It's a shitty out-of-focus image, and I don't have the patience to fix it.
The farmers market has opened up a block down from my class, so it's become my new routine to stop by and sample one of the dozens of dips (spinach pesto, black bean, pineapple, red pepper hummus), some of the gelato, maybe a slice of rosemary garlic bread, and the apples, the apples! For real, all my life I've only had red delicious, and after trying some of these weirdly named farm apples those old red delicious just taste like plastic to me. Not even kidding, this scene goes through my mind with every single bite:
Last of all, some quotes: