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 Placid, NY. 

Not a Spring picture but it captures the spirit. 

That mindset—that we don't have to wait for "perfect" to find the adventure—is something I’m leaning into heavily this year. Whether it’s a chilly morning walk or just sitting on the porch with a hot cup of tea, I'm realizing that the "bloom" happens whenever we decide to step out and meet it.

The Seasonal Pivot

After the challenges of the past year and the focus on recovery, I’m learning that the biggest adventure is often just changing your perspective. This year, my "Spring Forward" isn't just about moving the clocks; it's about moving my intentions. I’m trading the heavy blankets for open curtains and the sound of the birds returning to the trees.

Finding Your Bloom

We are all works in progress, and as I continue this new chapter of my life, I’m curious: how are you preparing for the change in season? Are you holding onto the quiet of winter, or are you ready to head outside—maybe even for a picnic in the snow?

Adventure is everywhere, especially when the sun is out.