Category: Spring

Taking a hike with a runner

My very first vacation with my former husband was a trip to Washington State where we spent a week or so camping and hiking.  It was a memorable trip for many reasons (the San Juan Islands – oh my goodness!) but by no means did the experience turn me into an outdoors women a la … Continue reading Taking a hike with a runner →

A crap week

The first week of spring, arguably the finest season of the year in upstate New York, was the worst week Lark + Lily has ever experienced. When I say "crappy," I'm being literal, by the way. I arrived at the restaurant Tuesday afternoon and encountered the plumbers who were working industriously to unclog one of … Continue reading A crap week →

Training for Mother’s Day

A number of weeks ago one of the lunar b*tches sent me information about a race she said she "wanted to work towards." Because this is the year I turn 50 and I'm committed to challenging myself in as many new ways as possible, I replied that we should do it - this year. At … Continue reading Training for Mother’s Day →

How do you say Barcelona?

Although I was charmed by the myth that Barcelona is pronounced with a th sound rather than a soft c as an accommodation for a long since dead member of the Spanish royal family, I'm going to probably pronounce it with a c sound.  At least until I've had a few glasses of Rioja, that is. … Continue reading How do you say Barcelona? →

Cucina Woodstock rivisitato

After an active weekend and the theft of an hour, I wasn’t feeling much like cooking. When the opportunity presented to meet Aloysius for dinner it felt like the ideal way to punctuate a weekend and I jumped on it. As we considered a comfortable meeting spot, Woodstock’s Cucina popped into my mind with an … Continue reading Cucina Woodstock rivisitato →

Weather or not

It’s hard to deny that spring has sprung now that I’ve got two colors of crocus creating a riot of color in my front garden.  I can’t say I’m unhappy about the premature arrival of what is typically the most fickle of seasons, but I can admit that I am more than a little uncomfortable … Continue reading Weather or not →