Thursday, April 28, 2011
For me, springtime means baseball. When I was younger, my family would sit together around the television and watch the New York Yankees play night after night. There was a gap in time when I strayed away from watching all the games, but in the past few years my husband and I have picked up the habit again--watching the games on TV and heading out to Yankee Stadium when we get the chance.
Springtime also brings with it lazy afternoons playing ball in the backyard. I took the above photo last week at my brother's house in New Jersey. I call it "three generations of wiffle ball"--my nephew, my brother, and my 70-year-old father at the ready in the outfield (go Dad!).
LeGrandLife's photo below beautifully captures the excitement of that first pitch of the season. I can almost hear the roar of the crowd and taste the peanuts in my mouth as I cheer on the home team. A perfect way to spend a spring day.
Enjoy the warmer days, and see you soon!
~christy of urban muser