Today the park service announced we can expect the cherry blossoms to be in full swing by April 8th.
Having been shut in the house since Monday's storm, missing physical therapy and being told in no uncertain terms by my physical therapist that I would not be returning to work on Tuesday ( today) no matter how easy I promised I would take it, the thought of walking around the tidal basin under a canopy of blooming cherry trees brought forth my first gush of tears since the surgery.
And this weekend promises to be in the 50's. Ahhhhh.
I spent yesterday watching the snow fall and dreaming of a bowl of tomato soup. I plotted and planned how to make such a simple thing possible and today when I neighbor dropped by I handed her a can of tomatoes and asked her to open it.
From there it was a simple matter of chopping vegetables in my mini prep, sauteing them in a little oil, adding S&P, a few crushed peppers, chicken stock and the tomatoes in their juice.
30 minutes of cooking, a whirl with the immersion blender, an eyefull of soup from holding blender in left hand and it was done. A piece of cheese toast made in the toaster oven and a few dollops of soup cream completed my fantasy.
It really is the little things isn't it?
A bowl of soup, a piece of toast and a promise of spring.
If we plant it, it will come.