Sweet Mary, we finally had some spring weather around here. Released from the clutches of blustery 18 degree weather, B rode the Blue Ridge Parkway on bikes and I threw a baseball (with a mitt and everything!) with a friend and everyone got sunburns and I know that if I clap hard enough and repeat "I believe in Spring" it really will happen. I was starting to wonder. I'm not sure we always earn our Spring splendor down here, but this year there is no question.
Speaking of such things, would you look at those onion starts? I am eternally charmed by the arrival of all things seed, but onions, well, all alliums I have ever planted by seed, they have a special place in my heart due to their insistence upon rising up out of the dirt like the eye of a sewing needle. I need someone to tell me why they grow like this. These photos are several days old, now they are well over an inch and a half and only a few have finally broken out into crazy ninety degree angles. They are stretching, heads to toes. My yogic onions. We are going to try a planting method with half of these called Dutch bunching or some such name, where you plant 3-5 seeds per plastic cell, and then rather than thin or separate, you just plonk the whole little plug into the ground with a correspondingly generous amount of room around it, and supposedly they just all push away from each other and grow fine. We'll see. I am a bit "really?" about it, so we're not doing them all that way.
In other exciting weekend news, B and I made blueberry handpies. We are doing some baking together, which is new, as thus far I am pretty much the baker in the house. Well, that's not totally true, B makes the bread and has been getting better and better at that (me: "I do not make things with yeast"). Anyway, it was ridiculously fun because we experimented like mad in an effort to make the perfect handpie, and durn it, I think we have a version that we are pretty happy with. This town needs more handpies, there are far too many heavily iced cupcakes for my taste.
Also, I used to like Kundera and now I am old and I had an allergic reaction to this book. I almost want to torture myself a little more and reread some of his stuff that I truly remember liking waaaaaay back in my early twenties (I hadn't read this one before), but I am not sure if I can suffer so. Also, we watched this film and it was so stinkin' good. I mean really.
Happy Monday out there. May you have a pie in hand soon.