Friday, March 4, 2016
Today it snowed. I was not happy about this development. I do not believe in March snow (though I should, given I live in northern Illinois).
Imagine my happiness when I saw this:
THIS is more like it. I can deal with Friday's 37 if it means a warm up is on the way.
By this time of year, I am completely OVER winter. The gray days. The slush. The salt-covered cars. My dry, dry skin. I am ready for sun, for warmth, for longer days that move me closer and closer to the mugginess of summer.
Yes, I am one of those people who kind of like the crazy humidity of Chicago in summertime. I don't mind doing the yard work in the sun unless the temps are over 90. I don't mind what the humidity does to my hair. It's so straight and heavy it goes flat on its own. I don't even mind the almost daily thunderstorms that hit in the late afternoon.
Summer brings with it deliveries from my Community Supported Agriculture farm, the bounty of the farmers' market, and fruit that is so juicy it has to be eaten over a sink. Now, in March, just the thought of a tree-ripened peach sends me into a tizzy. Knowing I still have a good five months before I get one again makes me a bit sad.
But before peaches, there is so much more to look forward to.
So in the morning, I'll enjoy my grapefruit half, knowing that those peach trees are getting themselves ready for summer, too. They'll wake up soon and leaf and flower; the bees will do their work as well, and come early August we'll both be ready.