There were more spring playground pictures last week than I had time or cleverness to organize. There were, in fact, so many that when I thought all the good ones had already appeared here (for the world's rightful admiration) it turned out I still had oodles in reserve. And these refused to rest quietly in storage on some silly data plug, insisting instead on displaying themselves here in a disconnected jumble that nevertheless turned out to appear sufficiently united by two things – 1) the enchanting, slanting San Francisco light of early spring in the late afternoon, and 2) the bright figure of a new small human being filled just-about to bursting with sap and appetite.
