I've got you under my skin, where the rain can't get in

The piano solo! Its glory matches the awesome prelude to spring days that we are basking in of late. We had our first leisurely lunch on the terrace yesterday. The boys are marveling over our sprouting tulip buds, and the wild crocuses, onions, and violettes that spontaneously took up residence in the grass. Barbecues, brunches and lingering apéros await.