I feel, vaguely, like a racer poised at the starting gate. I’m ready for spring and all that comes with it: the vibrant chartreuse of new buds, the bold splashes of newly planted annuals, light and frothy spring dresses, Easter chicks, bunnies, and pastel eggs, bike rides, kite-flying, and yummy picnics, and the great goodbye to all things winter.
And for me, right now, that is symbolized by the first strawberry picking of the season. I called the farmer’s market we occasionally frequent this morning, and they told me that the pick-your-own strawberry free-for-all would start on Saturday. Now part of me is itching to go on Saturday, but I’m trying to give way to the more sensible, patient side. It will be extra crowded on Saturday, and if I wait till next week, it will be a fun Spring Break outing for the boys and I. We went twice last year and were a tad over-eager. They were eating strawberries at every meal. Not that they were complaining, but I felt like we’d completely abandoned moderation. Really what I need to do between now and the Great Strawberry Picking is to find some recipes that make delicious use of strawberries.
Any ideas??
I’m feeling like there could be a bout of pickle-making too…



