Hope springs eternal.
It's 57 degrees on 13 February! I love it. Is it possible that Spring has sprung? I doubt it but I'll take it. The sun was peeking out from behind a gauzy cloud cover but eventually even that burned off. Now (17:48) our skies are clear and the sun is low on the western horizon. This week's forecast points toward continuing and welcome warmth. We can only hope.
This morning Linda, Charie and I walked at Giles Conrad Park along the Ohio River in Hebron, KY. It was a magical morning of sun and wind. We love walking there for the quiet and isolation. Very few folks, ever, even during the summer. As we drove past McGlasson's Farm we reminisced about the fantastic peaches we ate last summer. Could we be lucky enough to have more again this summer? An untimely frost can destroy this ever so fragile crop. There have been many years that we've had a mild February and March only to be blasted with a deep and lasting cold spell in April. So my hope is that we won't have that this year.
Chicken marinating in mushroom soup with sweet onions and celery ever so ready to be eaten with broccoli, cauliflower and brussel sprouts. The only thing missing is a hardy red wine. In celebration of St. Valentine's day tomorrow we'll wrap things up with organic strawberries and dark chocolate (70%).
