spring requisites
hello.
spring has always felt quieter to me—something soft and melancholic. when i was little, my mom and i would bake rhubarb pies and shortbread cookies with the changing of the seasons. we’d listen to the sound of rain while the scent of butter, vanilla, and jammy viscous rhubarb macerating on the stove wafted through the kitchen—a delicate mix of gourmand with petrichor and damp air near the window sills. we’d take long drives to the redwoods to visit my aunt and uncle, winding through misty roads where everything smelled like pine and earth waking up after a long sleep. their house always felt like a sanctuary nestled in the woods. a little cottage style home with high ceilings and big windows that felt like the forest was pouring in. trees stretched endlessly, the floor outdoors soft and damp. our days spent up north were filled with homemade crepes and orange juice in the morning, long walks in the woods, followed by trips to their local bookstore and good conversation. by evening, the house smelled of basil and olive oil as we gathered around the table for pesto pasta with garlic bread and the sound of rain and jazz records playing in the background.
this is the kind of spring i love—the one that lingers in the in-between, where renewal feels slower, heavier, like a season that holds memories in its hands. fragrance, books, the sound of rain always bring me back to that feeling.
the way i envision my melancholic spring feels like violets pushing through damp earth, lace curtains billowing in a storm, a ghostly romance of victorian nightgowns and forgotten greenhouses that smell of moss and wet earth and leaves crushed between your fingers. it’s the season of rain-streaked windows and soft candlelight— where winter lingers, but so does the promise of something new.
in today’s letter, i want to share the things that make this season feel richer—the books, films, fragrances, recipes, and small rituals that turn daily life into something intentional. embracing the quiet, finding comfort in the rain, and leaning into the kind of spring that feels more like a memory than a season.
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books
here’s your spring reading list—lush, melancholic, a little gothic, a little enchanted. books for the in-between season, when everything is blooming but still feels haunted by what came before.
a room with a view – e.m. forster
a novel about desire, freedom, and whether we have the courage to follow our instincts. lucy honeychurch is on the verge of settling for a life of polite english repression when a trip to italy shakes her world open. the light, the beauty, the passion—everything she’s been taught to suppress threatens to undo her. a perfect book for spring, full of golden fields, wild violets, and the longing to be something more.
perfume: the story of a murderer – patrick süskind
a novel that lingers like scent itself—decadent, unsettling, and darkly hypnotic. grenouille is born with an extraordinary sense of smell but no personal scent of his own. his obsession with capturing the perfect fragrance leads him to murder, distilling the essence of young women in an attempt to create something beyond human comprehension. lush and grotesque, a book that smells of violets, musk, and death.
the master and margarita – mikhail bulgakov
chaotic, strange, and magical. the devil arrives in soviet moscow with his demonic entourage, unleashing absolute mayhem. alongside this is the story of the master, a persecuted writer, and margarita, who loves him enough to sell her soul. it’s satire, philosophy, romance, and fantasy all at once—dark and absurd but shot through with beauty.
swann’s way – marcel proust
a novel that moves like memory—soft, fragmented, and deeply sensory. childhood recollections, love, jealousy, and the passage of time unfold through proust’s obsessive attention to detail. famous for the madeleine scene, where taste triggers a flood of forgotten memories, but every page is filled with the ache of lost time. springlike in its ephemerality, the way it captures fleeting moments before they disappear.
the waves – virginia woolf
a novel that reads like the ocean—rhythmic, endless, constantly shifting. it follows six characters from childhood to adulthood, but it’s less about plot and more about the movement of time, the way identity dissolves and reforms. woolf’s most experimental work, dreamy and melancholic, filled with the light and shadow of spring.
villette – charlotte brontë
a novel about solitude, longing, and unfulfilled desires. lucy snowe, plain and reserved, moves to a foreign country to teach, but beneath her quiet surface, she burns with loneliness and suppressed passion. gothic and deeply psychological, full of candlelit rooms, ghostly figures, and the ache of wanting something just out of reach.
middlemarch – george eliot
a novel about quiet ambition, the weight of marriage, and the tension between idealism and reality. dorothea brooke longs for a life of meaning and marries the wrong man in pursuit of it. around her, middlemarch is a web of interwoven lives—each filled with their own desires, disappointments, and small victories. thoughtful, profound, and surprisingly modern.
rebecca – daphne du maurier
the ultimate gothic novel. a young, nameless woman marries a wealthy widower and moves to manderley, a grand estate still haunted—figuratively and literally—by his dead first wife, rebecca. everything is damp, overgrown, and unsettling, from the oppressive rhododendrons to the eerie presence of mrs. danvers. a book that feels like spring in its most haunted form.
the age of innocence – edith wharton
society, repression, and the pain of wanting what you can’t have. newland archer is engaged to a perfectly respectable woman but falls in love with her cousin, the bold, scandalous countess olenska. set in gilded age new york, where rules are everything, and breaking them comes at a cost. elegant, tragic, and full of quiet longing.
spring snow – yukio mishima
the first in mishima’s sea of fertility tetralogy, and arguably the most poetic. a novel of doomed love, political change, and the fleeting beauty of youth. kioyaki, the privileged son of aristocrats, falls for satoko, a woman just out of his reach. tender and tragic, with spring imagery that feels painfully fragile, a book about how nothing beautiful lasts.
we have always lived in the castle – shirley jackson
a strange, unsettling little book. merricat blackwood and her sister live in isolation after their family was mysteriously poisoned. merricat is odd, superstitious, protective of her sister, and maybe just a little unhinged. eerie and claustrophobic, like a fairytale where something has gone horribly wrong.
maurice – e.m. forster
a love story ahead of its time. maurice, a young man in early 20th-century england, realizes he is in love with men in a society that refuses to allow it. it’s tender, melancholy, and ultimately hopeful, a novel about self-acceptance and love despite the odds.
lolly willowes – sylvia townsend warner
a woman escapes spinsterhood and oppressive family life by moving to the countryside and becoming a witch. a quiet, subversive novel about independence and the magic of solitude. soft, eerie, and strangely empowering.
the vet’s daughter – barbara comyns
a surreal, gothic novel about a girl trapped in a cruel home, slowly discovering she has supernatural abilities. strange, bleak, but with moments of odd beauty. comyns has a way of making even the most horrific things feel dreamlike.
piranesi – susanna clarke
a novel that feels like wandering through a dream. a man called piranesi lives alone in an endless house filled with shifting tides, statues, and forgotten mysteries. lyrical and deeply atmospheric, it’s about solitude, memory, and the nature of reality itself.
the passion – jeanette winterson
history, fantasy, and desire tangled together in winterson’s signature poetic style. a soldier in napoleon’s army, a web-footed venetian woman, and a love story that feels like a fever dream. strange and deeply romantic.
the bloody chamber – angela carter
dark, sensual fairytales rewritten with sharp teeth. bluebeard, beauty and the beast, little red riding hood—transformed into gothic, feminist fever dreams. decadent, violent, and dripping with magic.
the wind in the willows – kenneth grahame
childhood nostalgia in its purest form. mole, rat, badger, and toad live along the riverbank, having adventures that feel both small and deeply meaningful. full of nature’s quiet magic, a book that makes the world feel gentle and good.
the secret garden – frances hodgson burnett
a book about healing, loneliness, and the way nature can bring things back to life. mary, an orphan, moves into a gloomy estate and discovers a hidden garden that slowly transforms her world. spring in novel form.
alice’s adventures in wonderland – lewis carroll
nonsense and surrealism at its best. alice falls down a rabbit hole and enters a world of strange logic, bizarre characters, and dreamlike absurdity. playful, eerie, and utterly timeless.
the complete fairy tales – the brothers grimm
all the fairy tales before they were softened—dark, strange, and beautifully eerie. woods filled with curses, children turned into birds, red shoes that dance until they kill you. fairytales as they were meant to be—wild, uncanny, and just a little dangerous.
for when spring feels bright, and for when it feels haunted…
films:
picnic at hanging rock (1975) - girls in white dresses disappear into the heat of the australian summer. mystery, longing, and the eerie stillness of something unfinished.
chungking express (1994) – a dreamy, neon-lit meditation on love and longing in hong kong, where chance encounters and heartbreak unfold to the sound of california dreamin’.
conte de printemps (1990) – eric rohmer at his most delicate, weaving a quiet tale of philosophy, attraction, and the changing seasons as two women navigate an unspoken tension.
marie antoinette (2006) – pastel decadence and youthful rebellion, sofia coppola reimagines the doomed queen’s life with candy-colored excess and a punk rock heart.
le bonheur (1965) – agnès varda’s sun-drenched masterpiece about desire, happiness, and the quiet horror lurking beneath the perfect pastoral image.
moonrise kingdom (2012) – a tender, whimsical ode to young love and childhood rebellion, wrapped in soft autumnal hues and a perfectly curated soundtrack.
alice in wonderland (1951) – a surreal, chaotic plunge into the absurd, where logic bends, time melts, and nothing is ever quite as it seems.
4 aventures de reinette et mirabelle (1987) – a charming, slice-of-life film about two women—one from the city, one from the countryside—navigating small pleasures, quiet frustrations, and the passing of time.
emma (2020) – a visually stunning, razor-sharp take on austen’s classic, turning high society matchmaking into a perfectly composed comedy of manners.
bambi (1942) – nature at its most gentle and cruel, a story of innocence, loss, and the quiet beauty of the changing seasons.
daisies (1966) – anarchic, surreal, and irreverent, a feminist fever dream of destruction, rebellion, and the joy of tearing it all down.
little forest (2018) – a slow, meditative film about a woman returning to her rural hometown, where she cooks, grows, and heals in rhythm with the seasons.
the sound of music (1965) – a sweeping, golden-hued story of love, music, and defiance, set against the breathtaking alps and a world on the edge of war.
up (2009) – an entire love story told in minutes, followed by an adventure that is equal parts heartbreak, whimsy, and pure wonder.
a room with a view (1986) – a sunlit, romantic escape into florence, where passion battles propriety in a world of breathtaking landscapes and repressed longing.
my neighbor totoro (1988) – childhood wonder made tangible, where magic lives in the trees, the wind, and the quiet moments of waiting for the bus in the rain.
pride and prejudice (2005) – love and longing simmer beneath every glance, a gorgeously atmospheric adaptation that turns austen’s sharp wit into something achingly romantic.
the many adventures of winnie the pooh (1977) – pure, honey-sweet nostalgia, where life is simple, friendships are forever, and every small adventure feels like the most important thing in the world.
music
add to cart—candles, fragrances, and things to make your season brighter and more intentional:
(i’ll put * next to my all time favorites)
candles:
spring candles should feel like a quiet shift—soft light stretching longer into the evening, windows cracked open to let in the rain, the air thick with green and bloom…
*gardenia frederic malle: (notes: pure photorealistic gardenia)
iris diptyqye: (notes: orris, light powder, fine leather)
tuberose diptyque: (notes: fruity, milky, tuberose, lush green)
breakfast highlands ds durga: (notes: oats, honey, biscuit, marmalade, tea, toast)
*cotton poplin byredo: (notes: blue chamomile, linen, cedarwood, sweet musk)
fleur fantome: (notes: rhubarb, lemon petitgrain, violet, tulip extract, galbanum, suede, heliotrope)
vetiver diptyque: (notes: vetiver, juniper, cedarwood)
*salta trudon: (notes: verbena, grapefuit, hyacinth)
josephine trudon: (notes: bergamot, lime, spices, jasmine, rose, iris, santal, white musk)
*fig and cassis jo malone: (notes: breakfast in the courtyard, ripe figs, fresh air and walks through the garden)
tomato leaves loewe: (notes: tomato leaves, cassis berries)
*matcha emme: (notes: matcha, honey, cream)
fragrances:
spring fragrances should feel like a contradiction—fresh but aching, light but heavy with the weight of something unsaid. i love scents that live in that space—skin warming in the sun yet still cool to the touch, tea left to steep a little too long, petals pressed between the pages of an unread book. spring isn’t just bright florals and clean air; it’s ivy dripping with rain, white musk dissolving into dusk, and the way vetiver lingers on the skin like a memory.
*relique d’amour – oriza legrand
an old church in the english countryside overgrown with ivy, the scent of lilies thick in the air, wax still melting from half-burned candles. smoke and myrrh curl through stone corridors, mingling with the damp hush of forgotten prayers. (this is one of my favorite fragrances of all time)
notes: pine, herbal notes, lily, incense, powdery notes, elemi, oak, pepper, myrrh, moss, woody notes, musk
spring in motion—fresh-cut grass, warm hay, and the quiet hum of earth beneath galloping hooves. bergamot cuts through like sunlight breaking over a field, while neroli adds a golden sharpness, softened by the deep, grounded warmth of vetiver and tonka bean. it smells like freedom, like wind through the tall grass, like the feeling of running barefoot without a care in the world.
notes: fresh grass, bergamot, hay, jonquille, wet earth, haitian vetiver, tonka bean
unspoken gesture – jorum studio
soft, warm, and quietly familiar. fig and hazelnut bring a delicate sweetness, like the scent of something freshly baked lingering in the air. rice and sandalwood melt into the skin, smooth and grounding, while musk and ambrette create a warmth that feels like slipping into an old, beloved sweater. it’s comfort in scent form—unspoken, effortless, something that just fits.
notes: cardamom, hazelnut, fig, almond, canaga, violet leaf, mimosa absolute, hay, malt, rice, sandalwood, cedarwood, musk, ambrette seed
a ghostly powder clings to the air, the scent of orange blossoms slipping through pale curtains. aldehydes shimmer like dust caught in afternoon light, something soft, something fleeting—like a memory dissolving before you can hold it.
notes: iris, aldehydes, bergamot, lemon, orange blossom, neroli, cashmeran, ambroxan, moss
mississippi medicine – d.s. & durga
a forest thick with incense, the sharp bite of pine and birch curling into smoke. damp earth, the hum of something ancient beneath your feet, the scent of rituals carried on the wind. the scent of being outdoors and one with nature,
notes: birch, incense, cypress, canadian pine, juniper, aldehyde, violet
iris silver mist – serge lutens
a veil of mist rolling through the trees, the scent of damp earth and cold iris petals. this is an iris that feels almost metallic, ghostly, softened only by incense and cedar. it smells like something forgotten, something left behind in a place where time moves slower.
notes: iris, vetiver, galbanum, musk, incense, cedar, clove, sandalwood
effortless and refined, like the feeling of crisp linen on sun-warmed skin. bergamot and neroli add a quiet brightness, never sharp, just softly glowing. vetiver and oakmoss ground it in something classic—cool, clean, with the kind of understated elegance that feels natural rather than forced. musk lingers close, like the trace of cologne on a silk scarf, something familiar yet impossible to place. (you can find a decant of this here)
notes: bergamot, neroli, vetiver, musk, oakmoss
neroli oranger - matière première
spring in golden light—neroli bursting like citrus in the air, orange blossom just on the edge of bloom. it’s bright but not sharp, softened by musk and ylang-ylang, as if the scent itself has been warmed by the sun. it smells like an open window, linen sheets kissed by the breeze, the first touch of warmth on skin after months of cold. fleeting, tender, a fragrance that hums with the quiet joy of spring just beginning.
notes: neroli, bergamot, orange blossom, musk, ylang-ylang
hammersmith tea & biscuits – 4160 tuesdays
a london café in the early morning, black tea swirling with oat milk, lemon pastries dusted in powdered sugar. a scent of warmth and quiet indulgence, where time moves just a little slower.
notes: black tea, pancakes, lemon, vanilla, french pastries, flour, oat milk, hazelnut, ginger
green tea and iris swirl in the cool morning air, lily and rice soft against skin, the scent of something both fresh and grounded, like spring unfurling in slow motion.
notes: green tea, bergamot, orange blossom, iris, clay, rice, lily, turkish rose, white musk, sandalwood, olibanum, benzoin, guaiac wood, vetiver
warm bread, golden crust cracking under soft fingertips, milk swirling into something sweet and heady. a scent of quiet indulgence, of warmth, of something just on the edge of becoming.
notes: wheat, milk, licorice, coconut, immortelle, sandalwood, apricot, spices, woody notes, osmanthus, amber
the stillness of an open field, the scent of pear and ambrette carried on the breeze. iris and carrot seed bloom softly, like the delicate hush of a morning untouched. this is everything glossier you wanted to be, but never was.
notes: pear, ambrette, carrot, iris, ambroxan, cashmeran
juniper and green mandarin rising in the crisp morning air, mint and lavender humming beneath it all, the scent of waking, of stretching, of something about to begin.
notes: juniper, green mandarin, pink pepper, mint, cypress, lavender, lily of the valley, cashmere wood, cedarwood, amberwood
a damp forest after rain, violets crushed underfoot, the scent of wild mushrooms growing in the shade. earthy, green, humming with life.
notes: balsam fir, violet, red currant, birch leaf, mushroom, violet leaf, galbanum, oakmoss, elm
spring rain dripping from lilac petals, the air heavy with something soft, something bittersweet. this scent feels like walking through an overgrown garden at dusk—floral but ghostly, like memories clinging to the edges of the breeze. a touch of ambergris lingers, salty and warm, like tears drying against skin.
notes: lilac, orris, ambergris, orange blossom, pink pepper, rose water, mandarin orange
clean, luminous, and quietly addictive. it’s the scent of sunlit skin, white silk slipping through your fingers, something effortlessly elegant but never distant. aldehydes give it an airy glow, while white peach and orange blossom add just enough warmth to feel intimate. musk and vanilla linger close—soft, radiant, the kind of scent that stays with you long after you’ve left the room. (i get the most compliments from this fragrance)
notes: aldehydes, white peach, bergamot, mandarin orange, orange blossom, lily of the valley, mynpheal, vetiver, musk, vanilla
english promenade 19 – krigler
effortless, sunlit elegance. this scent feels like warm air off the mediterranean, where citrus trees bloom and the breeze carries the soft sweetness of neroli and jasmine. it’s bright but never sharp, smooth but never heavy—the kind of fragrance that lingers like a perfect afternoon, golden and endless. fun fact— audrey hepburn wore this on the set of filming roman holiday.
notes: orange blossom, fresh grapefruit, sweet white musk, oriental neroli, ylang-ylang.
bare skin after a long afternoon in the sun, the warmth of golden light slipping through open windows. it smells effortless, like soft musks and the faint trace of something sweet, something unspoken. there's a quiet intimacy to it, like a whispered secret, like the feeling of being completely at ease in your own skin.
notes: pink pepper, angelica, tangerine, carrot, orris, cyclamen, white musk, papyrus, crystal amber
the scent of a clean white t-shirt, of skin just out of the bath, of warmth without weight. pear and apple flicker in and out like ghosts, soft and barely there, while iso e super hums quietly in the background, making it feel more like a presence than a perfume. it doesn’t demand attention—it lingers.
notes: pear, citrus, apple, musk, moss, jasmine, iso e super
jasmine tea steeping in the quiet, the scent curling into the air like a lullaby. it’s delicate but not fragile, floral but grounded—sage and oolong tea give it a weightlessness, like the feeling of drifting between sleep and waking. a scent that lingers in the folds of time.
notes: jasmine, sage, tea, oolong tea, musk, vetiver
carnal flower by frederic malle:
a flower in full bloom, wild and unapologetic. tuberose glows here, creamy and intoxicating, but never cloying—coconut and melon keep it fresh, like bare skin kissed by salt and sun. this is the scent of late spring, when the air is thick with possibility, when everything feels alive.
notes: melon, bergamot, coconut, tuberose, jasmine, ylang-ylang, orange blossom, musk, amber
*parisian musc by matiere premiere:
effortless elegance, a scent that feels like a crisp white shirt, perfectly undone. ambrette and musk make it soft, almost skin-like, while cedar adds structure, something cool and composed. it’s not loud, but it’s unforgettable—the kind of scent that stays with you, like the memory of someone you once knew.
notes: cedar, ambrette, musk, ambroxan
**molecule 01:
not really a perfume, more like a feeling—the scent of warmth against skin, of something familiar yet impossible to place. iso e super gives it a ghostly quality, something that disappears and reappears, making you wonder if it was ever there at all. (another fragrance that get me a ton a compliments— woody and sensual)
notes: iso e super
the same barely-there magic of molecule 01, but with a cool, airy iris floating through. it’s clean, weightless, almost metallic, like the reflection of the sky in still water. a scent that whispers instead of speaks.
iso e super, orris
iris and musk woven into something weightless, like the scent of bare skin warmed by the first golden rays of spring. a whisper of pink pepper, the ghost of a rose long since faded, a softness that lingers but never clings.
notes: aldehydes, pink pepper, angelica, bergamot, iris, turkish rose, musk, ambrette, carrot, ambergris, sandalwood, leather, amberwood
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hand soaps to elevate activities of daily living:
*orpheon diptyque (notes: tonka bean, juniper berries, jasmine)
philosykos diptyque (notes: wild figs, white wood, milk)
tomato leaves loewe (notes: tomato leaves, cassis berries)
blackberry and bay jo malone (notes: blackberry, bay leaves, cedarwood)
english pear and freesia jo malone (notes: white freesia, amber, woods)
exfoliating hand wash diptyque (notes: aromatic garden, greens, florals, woods)
softening hand wash diptyque (notes: lavender, rosemary floral water, honey)
*hinoki le labo (notes: hinoki, sugar cane, woods, rosemary leaf) for the bedroom
basil le labo (notes: basil, verbena) for the kitchen
*aesop reverence (notes: vetiver, bergamot, petitgrain)
aesop resurrection (notes: rosemary, orange, lavender)
misc:
laundry detergent dedcool: *taunt and xtra milk
journal accessories: john derian and nathalie lete sticker books
**iris hand cream from frederic malle: a soft ethereal second skin iris that plays nicely with warmer weather and other fragrances. this is my favorite
fortnum and mason tea for afternoon tea dates paired with the best *shortbread and *gingersnap cookies
spring rituals, traditions, activities
spring is for drinking tea while it rains, opening all the windows just to let the storm in. it’s for walks that smell like damp earth, rereading old books and children’s literature, and making something sweet just because the season asks for it…
gather wildflowers and press them between the pages of a book
walk barefoot on damp grass, feeling the earth wake up beneath you
forage for herbs and use them to make a simple spring tonic
pick fresh peas straight from the vine and eat them as they are
bake hot cross buns, soft and spiced, marked with icing or a simple flour paste cross
dye eggs naturally with onion skins, beets, turmeric, or red cabbage for soft, earthy hues
hang linens outside to dry in the sunlight, letting them soak in the scent of spring air
make a simple butter cake with edible flowers pressed into the top
bake a rhubarb galette, tart and just sweet enough, served warm with cream
decorate a basket with ribbons and wildflowers, filling it with homemade treats
scatter wildflower seeds in a forgotten patch of earth and return to see them bloom
dip your fingers into cool stream water and let it run over your skin
take a long walk without a destination, just following the light and shadows
write a letter to yourself to be opened in the heat of summer
open all the windows in your home, letting in the scent of cut grass and blossoms
buy yourself a new candle with notes of citrus, herbs, or fresh rain
eat a meal outside, even if it’s just a slice of bread and butter in the afternoon sun
braid flowers into your hair and let them fall where they may
crack open a new journal and let your handwriting spill freely onto the page
spend the morning gathering fresh herbs and tying them into little bundles
stand beneath a flowering tree and breathe in the scent of new blossoms
wake up with the sun and drink your first cup of coffee in the morning chill
bake a batch of sugar cookies shaped like rabbits, flowers, or eggs, decorating them with pastel icing
find a secluded place to lay in the grass and read
bake a braided easter bread, golden and sweet, with a hint of citrus and cardamom
dip your hands into fresh soil and plant something, anything, even if it’s just a small pot of basil
watch the moonrise, noticing how the light shifts with the season
sip chamomile tea at dusk and let yourself feel at peace with the slowness of the evening
gather fresh spring berries and serve them with clotted cream or a drizzle of honey
walk through a meadow or field and let yourself get lost for a little while
create a tiny nature altar with eggshells, fresh blossoms, and herbs as an offering to spring
eat honey straight from the spoon, letting it linger on your tongue like golden sunlight
step into a body of water, whether a lake, river, or just a cool bath, and let the season wash over you
write down what you want to bring into your life this spring and slip the paper into a favorite book
gather a bouquet of whatever is blooming—dandelions, clover, violets, anything that feels alive
light incense or a bundle of dried herbs and let the smoke cleanse your space
find a patch of sunlight and stretch your body, letting every movement feel slow and deliberate
leave your phone behind and spend an hour simply noticing—how the air smells, how the light falls, how the world moves without you needing to do a thing
recipes
(all recipes are taken from nyt cooking—one of the few online resources i trust for recipes that won’t lead you astray)
savory: lemon peper tofu and snap peas, spiced pea soup, pesto pasta, roasted carrots with shallots mozzarella and spiced bread crumbs, artichoke and peas, spring salad, miso chicken with raddishes, roasted raddishes, white beans with asparagus and lemon, fennel kale and rice gratin,
sweet: hot cross buns, strawberry spoon cake, rhubarb crisp, strawberry rhubarb pie, chocolate pistachio buns, strawberry shortcake, lemon cookies, biscuits, lemon bars with olive oil and salt, lemon pudding cake, carrot cake, shortbread
okay, that’s all i have for you today.
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this whole writing smells like rain
These books sound great!! Thanks for the recs