Today I’m wearing white shoes with bare legs in Baltimore. Maybe it’s because I’m contrary, or maybe it’s because I wasn’t brought up quite well enough, but I don’t listen to arbitrary rules such as the one I’m obviously referencing here. And I’m not sure quite why I’m so bossy, but I’d suggest you don’t listen to those rules either.

The weeping cherry blossom in my backyard bloomed overnight, which I didn’t notice until I got home and found my husband in the backyard readying the grill. Perfect.