A rusted-out rowboat hasn't lost its charm, Edam, the Netherlands.
At last it's May and while we had to turn the heating on again last night (and still are wearing sweaters and coats), signs of spring are emerging from hiding. Green buds are appearing on trees and flowers are running riot in the garden. The Mallard ducks that flew to our back door for food - ten nights in a row! - are parading their seven two-day-old ducklings through "our" canal (more about them later).
Later this month, I'll begin work on an intriguing photography project that celebrates Dutch innovation. But first, David and I are off to England to visit family, then to France to toast our anniversary.
Meanwhile, my friend Christine has written a wonderfully poignant essay "Magical thinking" about transitions. And feast your eyes on this simple and creative beauty in Italy. Hope you find your own moments of magic and wonder this weekend!
P.S. Stay tuned for more about those ducks, plus a story about an intrepid nine-year-old girl.