The view while standing in the William Penn House garden.

Flowers. I rarely buy them because it seems like a waste of money. But when I do indulge, they make me inordinately happy.

Pickled ramps in progress. Just the thing for a Monday morning.

There’s a public ping pong table on the Benjamin Franklin Parkway, with paddles and a ball just sitting out and available for anyone who fancies a game. Scott and I played a short set today and I beat the pants off him. All those years playing ping pong against my dad have finally paid off.

Ramps. Everyone’s spring obsession. I like them, but I don’t go crazy for them the way some people do. Still, the stem portion do make a darn good pickle.

The Wells Fargo Building (once the Fidelity Building, where my grandfather worked for years), all lit up for the evening.

Our living room. I spend large swathes of my life here. It’s not such a bad place to be.

Roasted asparagus, topped with two poached eggs and cilantro pesto. Good lunches are truly one of the joys of working from home.

Alana’s granola bars. Truly, the best homemade granola bars I’ve ever attempted.

Tea and leftover homemade pizza on a Monday morning.