The coffee house with the best late evening exposure (and the nicest baristas) near us has created some beautiful planter boxes to demarcate their outdoor seating area. They’re filled with cheerful and colorful plants like petra croton and purple heart and flowering plants. Today it rained off and on, but eventually the skies cleared and Rudi and I headed over to the cafe to read away the final 90 minutes of daylight.

While there, I noticed the purple hearts were filled with water and that the water was filled with rooftops. (You’ll need to click through to Flickr and zoom in if you want to see the latter.)

I love seeing the world contained in a single drop of water.

While yesterday was a bit of a letdown, with the job search getting in the way of having fun, today was far better.

It started with a trip to the farmers market. No raspberries to be seen, but we bought both cherries and strawberries.

We watched Nadal win the French Open and the English women beat the Scots.

We tried a new ice cream shop.

We headed up to the bookstore and, thanks to a gift certificate from my brother, came home with a new cookbook and new music and a new Peter Mayle collection.

I harvested my first (tiny) tomato from the garden in the mist and sorted out my greens and brought home herbs for supper (eggs, roasted new potatoes with rosemary, and the first green beans of the market season, cooked with herbes de Provence we bought on our trip to the region a decade ago).

The day concluded with The Tonys and strawberries and cream and some late night reading.

It was a good weekend.

How was yours?

When I was out on Thursday, I stopped at Trader Joe’s and they had just gotten in an enormous and gorgeous shipment of pink peonies. A bouquet was slightly more than I would have paid under normal circumstances, but it was clear they were fresh and they looked likely to last for several days. And, honestly, they were just so colorful and I knew they’d be beautiful when they opened, which they are.

This week has been Pride Week in D.C., which will culminate tomorrow with our annual parade, which starts just down the street from the Burrow, and in which Rudi will be participating with his colleagues.

Here’s what I’m hoping the weekend includes:

• Watching some of the parade. This is the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, which helped coalesce the movement, so it seems appropriate to acknowledge it. (Did you know that in Germany (or maybe just Berlin, which is where my new friend is from), they call their Pride parade the Christopher Street parade, in honor of the street where the Stonewall Inn is located?)
• Swimming. Tomorrow is the last we’ll see of the sun for a few days, so it seems like a good idea to take advantage of it. But this is also the last week the pool will only be open on weekends, so at least I’ll soon be able to take more advantage of it.
• Sending out some resumes.
• Cleaning the apartment. Vacuuming, clearing out the fridge, emptying the cat boxes, and dealing with the bathroom are all on the list.
• Doing laundry.
• Buying limeade so we can make daiquiris, although to be fair, it looks like Sunday might be more of a make a pot of tea kind of day instead.
• Shopping at one of our local bookstore’s quarterly member sales — we plan to buy a cookbook we loved from the library and will peruse our favorite sections.
• Heading to the farmers market on the early side. I’ve missed out on milk the past two weeks. Plus, it sounds like cherries and raspberries might be available to the early risers.
• Reading. At least 20 minutes a day. But preferably many more.
• Watching sports — either baseball or women’s World Cup soccer — and the Tonys (the only award show I particularly care for).
• Tending to the garden. I need to get beans and some onions in the ground and need to stay on top of my greens so they don’t completely bolt.
• Visiting the library. I should probably finish a book or two so I can trade them for the holds waiting for me.

How about you? What’s on tap for your weekend?

This week has been productive in some ways, but utterly not in others, so I’m hoping to right the ship and find some balance this weekend. Here’s what I’m aiming for, in an ideal world:

• Head to the garden to plant what I picked up at the garden center and harvest our latest fruits and veg.
• Check out a neighborhood museum. Several of my most local small museums have free admission once a year and this is it. It’s been a while since I’ve taken part in the museum walk, so it might be time to do it again.
• Go for a swim.
• Sample some of the wares from restaurants on the other side of the city, possibly.
• Kick off the library’s summer reading program by reading at least 20 minutes a day.
• Take in some live music.
• Visit the library.
• Send out a couple resumes.
• Find the title to my car. (With luck it will be where it should be on my desk.)
• Do some tidying.
• Drink daiquiris.
• Get my shawl back on track.

How about you? What are you hoping to do this weekend?

The weekend included feasting on daiquiris and ice cream, lounging at the pool and at the park, and watching movies and sunsets. The Burrow got neglected in favor of outside time, and that is how it should be for the first official weekend of summer.