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Spring into Saturday


 It’s Saturday! Got plans? Here’s a small sampling of what’s available. 




It’s the annual CAMOM Children’s Consignment Sale from 8:30 am to 12 pm. (See stipulations above.) Please note: it’s in a new location this year: Trinity Episcopal Church on Route 1 in Elkridge. 

The Community Ecology Institute is hosting a Volunteer Day at Freetown Farm from 10 am - 3 pm. They’ll be doing tree planting for stormwater management.




The Movement in Music Ensemble is presenting a free concert this evening at Hammond High School beginning at 7:30. The program features Fuchs Serenade memorized and choreographed, plus a selection of works honoring Black and Indigenous composers. Here is the link to register for your free tickets. 




If you’re just getting your day started you might want to take a look at the March issue episode edition of The Merriweather Post.

The Merriweather Post, March 2025

I’m in complete agreement with the advice that the best thing we can do for the local restaurant scene is to patronize the places we love.

So, while it’s certainly fun to anticipate and try new places (new restaurants are exciting!), I’d encourage readers to keep frequenting and supporting your long-time favorites as well with your limited dining dollars.

Another reminder that I should have picked the Common Kitchen over 7 Eleven for Thursday night’s dinner. Sigh.

If you have any exciting local plans for the weekend, I’m all ears.


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