Everyone talks of spring, but there have been no signs of it here. Just two days ago the cold weather had me feeling solidly mired in winter. Whoever said that spring begins in March is stupid. Marh is the most desolate month for seasonal eating, as the last of the hearty vegetables dwindle after a winter spent in storage, and fresh young vegetables haven't yet peeked up from the earth. It won't truly feel like spring until that first warm morning I can buy ramps at the market.
But today! - these bright tulips called to me at the farmers market. I don't usually buy flowers because of the expense, but I felt like indulging this time. The pussywillows my sister brought home for free last weekend as one of the many perks of working at the farmers market herself. So now I can have a piece of spring here in my home.
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