FRIED COFFEE

As spring settles in and the daffodils bring color to the woods around my cabin I gaze longingly at my collection of Hawaiian shirts in anticipation of warmer weather requiring their use. While driving down to Wolfeboro to collect my mail I note the faint tinge on some of the trees promising the green canopies that will provide welcome shade in August. Something is stirring in my soul.

“It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” ~Mark Twain

While sitting at my desk late last night, more accurately, early this spring morning, researching marketing ideas for temporarychef.com, I came upon a missive penned by Elanor on Ethicurean. Please take a moment and enjoy the word portrait she paints of a small New Hampshire farm just down the road from me.

Yes, it’s spring and the winter past is left only in my memory. Easier, then, to recall the snow mantled serenity and beauty of a season that challenges.