Fridays.

If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. -Anne Bradstreet

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. -Rainer Maria Rilke

Winters here are so long.  When Spring finally gets here, it's electric.  Every part of life is perked up, and we can see possibility and beauty everywhere- even though the world is still brown and wet and gray.

Winter has never failed to bring Spring, but it's so hard for that memory to be enough when you've been trapped indoors for months, and your skin can freeze just with a trip to the mail box.  And now, the weather is a little warmer- but that's all it takes.  The snow is retreating, the air smells amazing and we know green things are coming.  I'm checking outside our door every day.

Our climate has become hospitable to birds again, and they've started returning.  And singing. And that means our cats are on alert, crouched at the sunny windows, Penny cackling at the sight and sound of all those new, tasty birds just on the other side of the glass.

I can even have the windows open, sometimes.

That's all.  I just wanted to say it.  I'm so happy the season is turning.



Following a sort of new tradition, we had dessert for lunch today, since it's Friday.  According to the new tradition I accidentally started, I think about how it's Friday on a Friday mid-morning, and how it would be fun to make something crazy and special for lunch.  I then decide what to make, limited to what I have on hand in my kitchen at the time.  Like gingerbread.

Today it was berry shortcakes.  They were amazing. Jim, we saved some for you.  Well, we didn't save you any whipped cream, but, I'll make you some more.  It's better fresh anyway.  Nothing but the best for you.