you're the apple of my eye

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:

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. 

Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. 

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

It's spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

Mark Twain

Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.

Ellis Peters

There. My tribute is done. Now to play outside stare longingly out my window as I write another paper.