Picnic in the Snow
Trading the Evening Bookend for a Morning Bloom In my last post , I talked about the magic of the "evening bookend"—that intentional slowing down that allows us to recover from the noise of the day. But as the light begins to linger a little longer each afternoon, I’ve noticed a shift in my own energy. It feels like the world is starting to exhale. While those quiet nights were my sanctuary during the winter, I’m finding myself pulled toward a "morning bloom"—a way to carry that same peace into the early hours as the first signs of spring start to peek through the frost. The Picnic Philosophy I think my urge to head outdoors the moment the sun hits the pavement comes from my dad. Growing up, he didn't wait for the perfect 70-degree day to start the season. He would have us going on picnics even if there was still a little snow on the ground; as long as the sun was out, he’d say it was a "good day for a picnic." Me and Dad at Whiteface Mountain, Lake Pl...
