I read in the paper that winter is going to last another 6 weeks, and if that’s true, there could well be snow on my birthday. Which, if you were curious, happens each year with remarkable regularity on May 11th. An easy way to remember it this year is that it coincides with Mother’s Day. Lucky me.
Try telling that to these sweet little bulbs peeking out of the earth.
I love springtime for so many reasons, but I hate all the cigarette butts and dog shit that melting snow exposes. Ugh. People, clean up after yourselves.
And because I don’t think I fully raved on about my best soup ever over yonder, here it is in it’s full glory. I mean it, this borscht was my Waterloo.
Gorgeous, huh? Sorry Ali, but you are WAY wrong on beets. Now I am thinking of my favourite foods and which ones I would eat each week if I wanted. Mmm.
Beets taste like sand.
To quote Shannon: “Ali doesn’t wash her food.”
HAHAHA! I do too! And really, I DO try beets occasionally to see if I may have a miraculous liking to them all of a sudden. It hasn’t happened yet.