It was another quiet weekend around the Burrow:

We watched the UConn women win … and then lose.

We bought plants, and I put them all in the ground.

I finished a book and started a new one.

We stopped at a coffeehouse I hadn’t been to since the pandemic began (they were only open for takeout with curtailed hours) and sat on the patio in the sun.

We went to the grocery store and the farmers market.

I turned the heel of my sock and started working on the foot.

We watched Better Nate than Ever, which was sweet.

We watched and heard the news and did not turn away.

We went on.

Three beautiful things from my past week:

1. Rudi coming home from a ten-day coaching trip (and the end of the 2021-22 coaching season).

2. We were out running an errand in Virginia, and I thought to send us home via Hains Point. The cherry trees are lovely against the night sky.

3. A single box of a preferred brand on emptyish shelves at the second store I stop at.

What’s been beautiful in your world lately?

I’m nearly up to the heel turn for my socks, which is very exciting. I will be glad to have finished a project and to have new stripey socks to wear.

I’m almost halfway through Light from Uncommon Stars. I don’t know that enjoy is the right word for such a book, but I’m caught up in the story now and want to see if everyone will do right by one another.

I finished listening to A Marvellous Light (loved it) and have moved on to Cassandra Peterson’s memoir, Yours Cruelly, Elvira. I’m still in early days, but I’m enjoying her voice so far.

Head over to As Kat Knits to hear about what others are reading and crafting.

I didn’t make it down to the Tidal Basin this year for peak bloom season, which was early last week. While I still might go down to Hains Point, where they have a better distribution of early- and late-blooming trees, I did admire the flowering trees in my own neighborhood. While I put on Flickr that these blooms were cherries, they might, in fact, be crabapples.

These are definitely peach flowers, because eventually this tree, located in the yard of the Colombian ambassador, grows fruit.

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday topic from That Artsy Reader Girl asks us to share the Top Ten 21st Century Books I Think Will Become Classics.

I’m not sure my reading preferences will line up with canon, but what can you do:

1. The Book Thief by Markus Zuzak
2. The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
3. The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
4. The Hate You Give by Angie Thomas
5. Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin
6. Long Way Down by Jason Reynolds
7. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
8. A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
9. March by John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, and Nate Powell
10. A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles

Interestingly this list features a lot more books by men than my usual lists. I wonder what that says about my internalization about the inherent value and timelessness of male subjects and voices. Probably not good things.

What books do you consider modern classics?

My weekend was a quiet one.

My bike stayed in the laundry room, but Sarah and I met for ice cream and a stroll along the river Friday afternoon.

I didn’t meet up with a friend to watch the Standford-Maryland game, but I watched quite a bit of women’s basketball.

No books went back to the library, but I listened to my audiobook and hit the 100-page mark in my print book.

Mount Laundry wasn’t vanquished, but it shrank in size.

I failed to go to the garden, but I shopped for vegetables and plants and cleaning supplies.

The butter on the counter didn’t turn into cookies, but Karen and I talked on the phone about the cake her family had made.

I didn’t see the cherry blossoms, but I saw a rainbow.

Not everything I’d hoped to do this weekend got done, but maybe it’s okay.