This weekend was a partial bust. Sometimes they are, I’m afraid. On Saturday we went to a field of Salt Marshes near our home and when we got there we discovered that it was all gated up for reconstruction. We did find crocuses, however.
On Sunday we planned to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, but we were this close to the bridge when Isaac tripped on the sidewalk and bit into his lower lip. Then we found ourselves this close to taking him in for stitches before the blood cleaned up enough for us to see how bad it was. And fortunately, it wasn’t too bad. But it was bad enough to abandon our plans and head home.