So last weekend was a gorgeous, 70 degree, Saturday.
You know the kind...babies laughing, children riding their bikes, gardens being planned with hope and expectation, lunches being made and consumed outdoors...
...neighbors, pulling down their pants and urinating in plain view.
I'm not exactly sure why my neighbor couldn't walk five feet into his house to relieve himself...but I'm sure his reply, had I said something, would have been along the lines of "it's my dang property, I can do what I want."
I make that assumption, only because a few hours later on this same delightful, promise-filled day, my husband was outside playing with our dogs... and the neighbor's teenager, hit him with a BB (thankfully, said BB, hit the visor of his hat, and not his eyeball). And the neighbors kid responded along the lines of "it's my dang gun, I can do what I want." Spoken like any good ol', red blooded, American...
So you know...obviously...summer is in the air.
And it got me thinkin' about retiring the pumpkin for a bit and pulling out the canning supplies again...
So, I thought a little preview might be in order! Here's what I've got planned for Spring and early Summer:
Strawberry Jam; how can I not?
Strawberry and Lavender Jam; home grown lavender is sure to invoke memories of Lyon...
Strawberry Jam with Thai Herbs; think cilantro, ripe berries, sugar, and balsamic vinegar...can't help but drool a little.
Strawberry Butter; hubba hubba
Rhubarb Something or Other; I've been a little fixated on growing rhubarb...but it takes two years to establish and I believe I've mentioned once or twice before, how patience is not my virtue...so this will likely be based on what I can find at the City Market.
Pickled Asparagus; we'll see.
Carrot Pickles; apparently, all the rage in San Francisco. Who knew?
Anyway. That was the dream...until today.
Now the dream has morphed into visions of ice scrapers and earmuffs. But at least I can rest assured that my neighbor will relieve himself indoors...