Hello Spring! Though it seems like you’ve been here six weeks already, today is your official birthday. I think we’ll celebrate by cooking meat outside, drinking fermented grains and knocking over wooden objects with other wooden objects. What’s that you say? You don’t know what I’m mean about that last part? Why Kubb, of course!

Okay….enough cheesy fake dialogue with a season. I just got a little excited about this official tilting of the globe. And I wasn’t joking about the lawn games. We’re kicking this thing off with a remarkable day here in the Pacific Northwest. Not a cloud in the sky, mountains sharp as ever, a high of 66°—can’t complain! Kubb, like bocce, relies on a personal technique and precision. Basically, two teams try to knock over each others blocks with batons in one turn…. And it’s addicting—that hollow clock as a baton strikes a kubb! If you clicked on the wikipedia link, you’ll see the game originates in Scandinavia, which means that most folks stateside don’t know what the hell it is. Among other friends in the know, we’ve often been joined by curious onlookers in the park. After a little education we’ve seen the numbers of kubb-heads on the rise.

[disclaimer: I'm really not a crazy person. The game is fun and goes well with a beer in one hand, but my enthusiasm ends there. And I know I've said "kubb" too many times already.  Kubb.]

In addition to the lawn games, we’re working to get our garden started and I’m dreaming of berry picking in a few short months. It’s a good time to be alive, which reminds me: Huge congratulations to our friends Brooke and Jay on the birth of their daughter Charley! What an amazing time to be brand new. Savor it!