Hanging with my Peeps

I don’t know who wrote that they could tell spring was here because they’d seen Peeps in the store (yellow chicks only for me, thank you), but I know spring is here when I get to hang with my Peeps at Southern Exposure Herb Farm, southernmoon.com. If you’ve never been there, sign up for a class and go. A couple of dear friends and I will be there this Friday night for a wine tasting dinner. Let’s see, friends, wine, dinner and Southern Exposure.

It’s spring.

Forecast

I’m going to hedge my bet a bit here and forecast - WEATHER. That’s right, I forecast that we will have weather. We’ll have days of rain, possibly still a bit of snow, and then the flowers will bloom. Overcast days with shafts of sunlight poking through. Brilliant sunny, blue sky days. Days when we laugh at the shapes we see in the clouds. Clear nights with the stars diamond-studding the darkness. We’ll have days when people complain about the heat and days they complain about the cold, we’ll have soft warm breezes that ruffle the daisies and fierce winds that flatten the grass. There will be sudden downpours. There will be hail. There will be Warnings! There will be the day we see the first robin, the first bud on the lilac bushes, the first leaf changing in the fall. There will be perfect days we remember always in our mental scrapbook, days we bank against those times of far less than perfect. There will be days we share with friends and days we hug to ourselves. There will be days when the Weather and the Warnings mean we change our plans. There will be days when the rain doesn’t come after all and the picnic isn’t cancelled. There will be days and nights and days of weather.

My forecast is for weather.