It’s Easter this weekend. Easter in March feels really early, especially since we got another 12 inches of snow on Monday. It thaws rapidly but the Easter egg hunt might still be in the snow this year. Bummer.
For me, Easter feels like spring, first flowers, green lawn, spending times outdoors again, pumping air in the bike and getting sore thighs from peddling. But this year even the Easter bunny is a stunned by Santa Claus conditions.
I have to reign in my impatience with wanting warmer weather to come. The days are longer, it is sunnier but I am still kept inside because it is chilly. Yesterday, I went running outdoors and it was glorious, much better than those sweaty hot summer runs where I have to outrun the mosquitos.
I try to put the summer colors in my salad, with radicchio, first (non-local) strawberries, smoked swiss cheese from an Amish butcher, and pine nuts. Spring in a bowl.