Such a tumultuous month, isn’t it?
So many sayings, so filled with change and rebirth.
Spring. The Ides of March. St. Patrick’s Day. In like a lion, out like a lamb.
Our first weekend of March is definitely the roar of a lion. As of right now, there’s a giant snow storm on the way, predicted to drop up to 14 inches on us. It’s frigidly cold outside.
We had a tease of warmer spring weather last weekend when it hit the upper 40’s and low 50’s. Growing up, I begged to wear shorts if it was forecast to hit 50. Years in the south jaded me and 50’s became the temp at which you bundled up. Last weekend? I wasn’t quite in shorts but I wasn’t wearing a coat either.
Last weekend was filled with hope. Birds flitted here and there. Snow melted. Grass appeared. Icicles disappeared. For the first time since early December, my heart danced with the mesmerizing rebirth that is spring.
Talk of this weekend’s storm.
The birds are quiet. The icicles are re-appearing. The grass will be a distant memory after this storm, yet again. I saw large uncovered spots of grass today. Snow piles will expand, filling even more space we do not have to give to the frozen white stuff. For instance, there are parking lots with limited access and piles of snow claiming several parking spots – yesterday, at the gym, for example, I backed into a space next to a giant snow pile, with my car halfway on the pile and nearly backed into the snow pile behind it because it was one of the only spots left within proper walking space.
I’m fighting to find the silver lining at this point.
I’ve done a lot of baking. A lot. I conquered sourdough. I made sourdough bread and now make sourdough english muffins. Sourdough pancakes are above and beyond buttermilk pancakes….seriously. You want a fantastic melt in your mouth AMAZING pancake? Make a sourdough one. Dear.Sweet.FOOD.HEAVEN.
I made split pea & ham soup in the crockpot the other day. I have Borscht planned for this next week.
I am a comfort food expert at this point. Not that I wasn’t before but I have definitely expanded my horizons.
Things I’m looking forward to once warmer temperatures (finally) arrive:
- NO MORE SNOW.
- Birds singing.
- Trees with leaves.
- Grass, lots of it.
- Sitting outside in a warm breeze, drinking coffee.
- Warm rain.
- NO MORE SNOW.
- Summer food – lighter fare.
- Rabbits. Squirrels. LIFE.
- No more air that hurts my face.
I want to drive down the highway with my windows down, music blasting. I want to open the windows at home and not run the heat. I want to only see the colour white in the sky, not on the ground. I want to relish in the colour green being the prominent colour on the ground. I want to swoon over wildflowers and daffodils. I want to breathe in life and watch the Earth exhale poetry.
That’s what I want.