Last night we went out to dinner at Street, a funky newish restaurant run by a Top Chef Masters contestant. The food was great, but the space was very small, so they'd put half their seating in an inner courtyard. This is probably very comfortable most of the year, but last night there was a rowdy little windstorm kicking up. Not only was it very chilly, but the umbrellas overhead thrashed around so violently a few times that I was kind of hoping one of us would get clocked in the head by the attached metal gutter and we'd get our meal for free. (Not really.) It made for an interesting dinner.
I guess the windstorm swept all the clouds away, though, because this morning, this is what I see out my window:
|My poor little tree actually has blossoms on it right now. It is so confused.|