Our winter has been a fairly “regular” winter this year, unlike in other places. The only thing I have noticed that has been slightly different is it has not gotten terribly cold, or windy…good for the home-heating bill, frankly; we’ll squeak by on one 250-gal. tank if all’s well. But I am itchy for spring. Maybe it’s the unending predictions of “lake-effect snow” which means we’ll get 5″ where others get but a whisper, maybe it’s because I know it’s nearly March but it feels like the last week of January, maybe…it’s because the kids aren’t here yet.
I am perennially looking for signs of spring. My sighting of that robin yesterday means nothing: he’s been here all winter. I haven’t heard the whooping cranes flying north above us yet, I haven’t had a decent day to either tap the maples or trim the fruit trees and grape vines. I, in other words, am in a winter funk.
The only sign of spring so far is that the turkeys, both of them, are horny.
SO! If life hands you lemons, well…what to do? Tom came home with three bags of organic lemons “on super sale, I know you don’t go in for the imported things but maybe we can make a lot of lemonade.” Lemonade, bah! Many of these will become lemon curd before the weekend is out.