30 Minutes or Less

I blame the pesto. Yes, we are growing basil again this year, and no, I am not making pesto.  Too busy. But my husband loves pesto, which you may have inferred if you read last summer’s post about making pesto. Perhaps, in a moment of longing (and delirium) about the absence of pesto, he went…

Anticipation

Spring has arrived.  We are apparently saving daylight, (saving it from what, I am tempted to ask) and finally, we are past the threat of snow.  The boxwood in our front yard have begun to release their pungent, sandy smell, the daffodils have broken through the cold soil, and the tulips want to test their…