"Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, sprung in completeness where his feet pass"*

In some areas of Connecticut the temperature was in the low 90s on Tuesday. In those same areas last night the temperature got down to the low 30s. For all of you math geniuses that’s a 60-degree swing in less than 48 hours. Welcome to New England!

My hometown is on the water, so it tends to be a bit more temperate. But still, weather in Connecticut is kind of ridiculous sometimes. Despite the cool temperature last night, today is holding firmly in the 60s with a mix of sun and clouds. In other words, spring has finally taken root.

That means my daffodils are blooming,

my bleeding hearts are gaining steam,

and my pea plants are growing, growing, growing (which is just in time because the other day I used up the last of the frozen peas from last year's crop).

Now I’m off to enjoy the nice weather (while it lasts!).

*Cat Stevens

"Could you take my picture?"*

My picture has hit the Internet again! I attended the Eastern Pennsylvania SCBWI Poconos retreat. It was at the Shawnee Inn, which surprisingly was only about a two-and-a-half hour drive from good old CT. Many attendees who reside in PA had longer drives than I had.

The weekend was—as my 9-year-old nephew would say—awesome! The members of the Eastern PA chapter of the SCBWI were so welcoming. I didn't know a single person (except for my roommate, whom I had only met on-line...scary, I know...but really quite safe...I mean, we write for children, not exactly the scariest group of people), but everyone was super nice and acted like they actually wanted to get to know me.

I made a lot of new friends, got to meet the guru of children's writers' websites Verla Kay, and gave wedding advice to super-cool YA author Lara Zeises. The previously mentioned roommate posted all her pictures on her blog, and I just happen to have a starring role.

More on this event coming soon!

*Filter

"Oh, oh, listen to the music, all the time"*

While I was in New York City, I had some time to wander around (okay, hobble around...curse my stupid medial meniscus!). I was in the mood for a cannoli, so I hopped on the subway (thank you hopstop.com) and headed to Veneiro's Bakery. There seems to be a lot of debate about where to get a good cannoli in Manhattan, but I'm not really that picky. Honestly, can a cannoli really be bad?

I bought six mini cannolis and a little kiwi tart-thingy. The tart reminded me of one of the desserts my husband and I had eaten at the beach barbecue buffet in Tahiti. Ahhh, Tahiti. Just thinking of it makes me so relaxed...

Oh, sorry, was I talking about something...oh, right, cannolis. So I took my pastries and headed back in the direction of the subway station. I passed a church that had a bunch of benches in front of it. Its gates were open and a sign said that the church didn't close until 1:00 a.m., so I found a nice spot to sit and enjoy the weather.

I didn't think to check what the name of the church was, but I managed to locate it later on google maps with their street view option. (It's scary how easy it is to see real street views on that website. Is nothing private anymore?) I was at St. Mark's Church in the Bowery.

I had a book, my kiwi tart, and a cannoli. I had brought my iPod with me, but I found I didn't need it. Now, I've noticed that a lot of my peers--and sadly those from a younger generation--are permanently attached to their music players. Don't get me wrong, I love my iPod. But it has a place and a time.

On this particular occasion, I didn't need it. I had the music of the city to listen to. Someone was playing a harmonica. That I couldn't see this person made it even better. It was music from nowhere, or maybe it was from everywhere. There was the constant chatter of the street: engines, horns, shouts. The shuffle of families, artists, wanderers coming and going. The soft coo of those rats-with-wings (also known as pigeons).

At some point the harmonica's music stopped, but I didn't even notice because a guitar picked up right in its place. Then a young woman came and sat a little ways in front of me. She was on her phone. Her tone was serious, angry, sad. "You're just like lawyer. Always lying...I just can't keep doing this with you."

She soon left and a young couple took her place. They didn't talk much because they were sharing a serving of what looked like fried clams. Still, the crunch of the Styrofoam container, their soft chewing and little murmurs reached my ears. The church bells tolled, reminding me I had a critique appointment and a bum knee that made travel in the city a slow process.

Alas, I had lingered long enough with my music. It was time to go find a new song.

*Doobie Brothers