Wandering through the Farmers Market, touching, smelling and delighting over all of nature’s spring offerings is but a distant memory.
We have no less than another 6 – 8 weeks before the good stuff starts to arrive.
I had (foolishly) thought that perhaps we would make it through this “winter” without anymore blustery days… Ridiculous I know, but a girl can dream.
This is the time of year when I start yearning for the heat of summer. I want sand between my toes, the sounds of the waves crashing and the cry of the seagulls to fill my ears.
Although this winter doesn’t even begin to compare to the apocalyptic snowfalls we endured last year and all things considered I really have no right to complain; it is cold and gloomy, windy and gray.
Try as I might to summon the sunshine, a bit of citrus will have to do and for this girl it comes in the form of a tart.