Posts Tagged ‘spring’

spring loves me – spring loves me not

Saturday, March 26th, 2011

I bought more strawberries.

I couldn’t resist.

They went really well with my mango Chobani and tomato soup.

Aren’t they pretty?

Today I have to really really have to finish cleaning out my townhouse. I mean, REALLY. I moved in with Crockett almost two months ago, and I give my tenant his keys on Wednesday. I suppose I could cut this even closer – but not much.

Then I’m going to plan the garden I’m going to plant here at my new place. We have a backyard and a frontyard. There will be at least a single occurrence of strawberries, and perhaps more.

Spring makes me want fish and salads.

Me and the rest of the world, I suspect.

Except the fish thing. That might just be me. I mean, does fish really have a season?

I bought some end-of-winter pears, too, and then didn’t want them, because pear is winter fruit damnit. I ended up grating one into my muesli and I have to admit it was truly fantastic. Juicy and sweet – no honey needed.

Buh-buh-buh butterflies.

I think butterflies are a spring thing.

This has nothing to do with springtime. I just think Maida’s naptime cave is kind of adorable.

We had a kissing party.

Or I washed a bunch of strawberries and laid them out to dry before chopping them up to make coffee cake.

One of those two things happened.

Some of the kisses/strawberries also went into muesli.

I’m excited for the teeny tiny strawberries that I will soon be growing.

I don’t know how long strawberries take to grow – my plants at my townhouse are like four summers old now so I don’t remember the first summer.

If I’m not going to be harvesting my own strawberries soon, don’t feel like you have to tell me that.

Really.

I’m happy in my wrongness.

Spring sprung

Saturday, March 19th, 2011

See?

These little crocuses appeared in our front yard.

I don’t know where they came from. Crockett might have planted them at some point, but I prefer to think that they just happily landed in what looked like the funnest house on the street.

I don’t know very much about flowers. What is this goofy thing that looks like it’s trying to grow a sucker out of it’s face? Is it going to try to suck my blood or something? Seems unlikely.

These little guys are my favorite. They’re working so hard to climb up from inside the grasses.

I thought about trying to clear the grass away, but I think maybe the grass is protecting them from the frost, so I’m going to let them keep hiding.

In order to celebrate spring, I had strawberry muesli and? Bought new placemats.

Except that they’re not placemats.

They’re scrapbooking pages that I bought at Michael’s.

Pretty, huh.

I got one with sock monkeys, too.

You’ll just have to hold out for that.

Because right now this one seems most appropriate.

Flowers aren’t sophisticated enough for lunch, though.

Silly flowers.

A lunch of tomato soup with wild and brown rice and fresh greens (and more of the 567 pounds of strawberries that have taken over our kitchen) requires stripes.

It’s like formal wear for a home cooked lunch.

Except that the tomato soup came in a box.

I stirred in the rices and mixed greens to liven it up a little and heated it all up on the stove.

Spring in a bowl.

Also, grapefruit.

Have you ever noticed how grapefruits get kind of weird inside when they get old? Kind of… actually, I’m not going to try to describe it, because then I’ll get grossed out and won’t be able to eat my remaining grapefruits.

Carry on.