A couple of weeks ago, we had a lovely warm day. The sun beat down, warmed our skin and hearts. The sky was totally free of clouds and spring looked like it was trying to arrive. Then winter returned like one of Cinderella’s nasty step-sisters spreading ashy looking skies from horizon to horizon. Now today I heard that snow might be possible for Saturday, the first official day of spring. After a long winter, snow on the first day of spring and cold temperatures for Easter the next week is going to make us all feel like we were left at home while everyone else went to the ball! Where is our fairy godmother that could bring the sun?
I thought I was finished with soup season. I have made soups, beans, cassoulets, and hearty breads. I have brewed up numerous pots of dark hot tea, and a few have been accompanied by cookies. If spring weather, the farmer’s market with yellows and green leaves of early eating, and healthy walking outdoors don’t arrive soon, I won’t be able move my thighs off the recliner and out the front door. Yet today, I bought more lean beef chunks, winter vegetables, and dried beans for what I hope is one last big soup pot that will mark the end of soup season 2010.