I was coming out of the post office late this morning and was met with a gust of icy air, the current was frigid as a I rushed to my car. About half way across the parking lot, I was met with another sensation, a warming sun and a brilliant blue Seattle sky. As another wisp of air cooled my skin, a shower of pink blossoms scattered in the breeze. A slow smile spread across my face as I now made my way more slowly toward my car, drinking in the brilliance of spring.
I can't really believe it's arrived. It was just a few days ago we were still hearing reports of snow. And, I must admit, I'm still wearing my sweater and wool coat -- although I've forgone the mittens. We have passed the March equinox and suddenly everything is ... waking up. The air is different, our mindsets are different, there is the promise of possibility in the air. And that's a wonderful thing.
While my eye is drawn to the soft shades of spring pastels, my pallet is shifting as well. I'm craving the lighter more pungent flavors of green. From salads to soups and everything in between. I'm looking oh so forward to the local produce coming in just a few short months. Yet the air is still cold enough to warrant and even desire some of our heartier fare.
What's on your menu this weekend? My family will be warming up to a large pot of Cream of Potato Soup which I'm counting on for leftovers ... at least until tomorrow. I know it will never last until Sunday. I'll also be roasting an herbed chicken with thyme, rosemary and garlic. And with a nod toward spring, we'll have plenty of asparagus, baby red potatoes (or mashed potatoes and gravy if I'm outvoted) and I'm sure a pizza or two will be thrown into the mix. Have a great weekend and especially a ...
Happy Spring.
P.S. If your following the orange ball this weekend ... I hope your brackets hold. Smile.