papat

i am so grateful for this mild winter. There was a brief bit of the really cold stuff back in december, but it passed quickly enough. It's still only february, but it's starting to feel like spring. Little flowers are popping up here and there, and daffodils will soon be joining in. The greens in my garden are waking up, too, begging to be sauted with young garlic, balsamic vinegar and a touch of maple syrup. And the occasional sun breaks are most welcome to my serotonin-starved neurons, as are the gradually lengthening days. When the daphne blossoms douse the air with their bouquet, I'm bound to be a maniacal bliss-ninny ...consider yourself warned.