A vase of carnival-colored tulips stands in the center of our living room greeting guests for a Saturday brunch and insisting on spring even if the weather itself isn’t quite cooperating yet. It’s been so long since we’ve had a proper brunch, the day feels celebratory, and perfectly emblematic of the season of renewal and new beginnings.
In the air the sounds of ‘Perpetual Optimism’ as performed by Herlin Riley scatter from room to room, the title a living testament to how we will choose to have our brunch today – with hope and optimism, laughter and joy, indulgence and glee.
There is perhaps no greater reservoir of hope and promise than a Saturday morning in early spring. Easter is almost upon us, the wilderness of March recedes into dim memory, and a lively bit of jazz sets the tone for the day. Anything is possible, and it’s ok to embrace that at last.
Get out there and make your own fun this weekend. Spring is here. Let there be love.
