It is light outside at 4:30 p.m. again.
For years, this has been an important benchmark for me, this lengthening of the days. While I love the blue hour that descends upon us in early November, when the lamps inside take on a cozier glow against the lowering night, I also appreciate the first stirrings of spring that come in midwinter. The lighter skies as I head out the back door of my office toward my car, the red glow in the sky as February approaches, the pots of forced blooms at the local florist. The feeling some mornings that spring is on the way.
It is a false hope, an illusion. So? I relish it just the same.
January has been a crazy month, full of plans for spring and surprises. But I am sticking to my plan to eat more whole grains, even if my meals are not stellar enough to share with you here.
My husband has been the chef the past several weekends. That is fine with me.
But I am itching to get in the kitchen.
How is your winter going?