I hope you enjoy these seasonal posts half as much as I enjoy putting them together for you. There were many great brunches and lots of bright spots this spring, despite the lingering cold weather and snow. Every spring amazes me when in a matter of days everything gray and bare turns bright green and the first spring flowers peek their heads up from the ground. I plan on savoring the last few days of spring before summer takes hold.
If you missed the other seasonal snapshots, see them all here.
Epic brunch #1 at Commonwealth in Birmingham, Michigan.
I finally had my grandmother’s chairs fixed and new cushions made!
I went to the AMC Best Picture Showcase with some great gals. Snacks were needed for the all-day affair.
We had to drive 25 minutes to get it, but I got it.
The sun was shining on this puddle at the end of our driveway.
Marc went to SXSW and I had dinner for breakfast every night while he was away.
I need to make this tasty porridge again.
I watched Bewitched one Saturday while folding laundry. Samantha Stephens is the prettiest.
I discovered purple brussels sprouts.
Remember the pretty pink dreamcake I made? So dreamy.
Mom’s deviled eggs are always a hit.
In case you were wondering, this is what Detroit-style pizza looks like.
Epic brunch #2 at The Meeting Place in Rochester, Michigan.
We watched the documentary, Burn, in Detroit.
These Thai-Style Loaded Baked Sweet Potatoes are fun to eat.
We went out for Record Store Day and they were sold out of what we wanted, but at least I have this picture.
Epic brunch #3 with peach cobbler stuffed french toast. At The Meeting House, again.
It’s definitely time for another batch of Mint Chocolate Chip.
I’m working on making the perfect spring rolls.
We did some major yard work and now it looks pretty.
Eggs and a tiny basil plant from the farmers market.
This margarita was a beauty.
Found some ramps and made this.
I love when the sky is full of soft pastel colors.
I fell in love with this chair, but haven’t been able to justify the price tag…yet.
While shopping at Frances Jaye, Marc enjoyed the vintage reading materials.
There’s nothing like a good long gaze at lake Michigan.
In Holland, this is perfectly normal.