Here comes the sun

What a difference a day can make, that and a little sunshine, 60 degree weather and green grass popping up everywhere. I had the overwhelming urge to plant things and spruce up the sorely neglected porches on the front and side of the house. I also decided my kitchen was seriously lacking green plants and so this little pot of thyme is now by my sink and some basil stares right at you as you walk in. It will eventually move outside but for now I'm keeping it in so I can snort up a huge whiff of its fragrance as soon as I walk in the house. You know, if they made candles that smelled like basil I'd buy 'em. Gotta be one of the best smells on earth (I know I've said that before and I'm sure I will again before this whole gig is up).

So that obsessive planting frenzy led into the menu I planned for the night. With "fresh" and "spring" and "light" on the brain I decided to throw together some pasta, olive oil, basil, salt, pepper, tomatoes, spinach and topped it all off with some fresh mozerella and bread. You now know another of my bad habits, that is, I never or hardly ever can follow any sort of recipe. I cook every bit the same way I knit--without instructions unless they're ones I made up somewhere along the way. It's gotta be some sort of control thing. We can delve into that later.

Kevin was trying to decide when to fit in a bit of fishing and this afternoon won out, as soon as I told him we were having a vegetarian dinner. I believe "I'm going to Wawa" is what he muttered under his breath. I swear, I never thought I'd be married to a man addicted to gas station food, but he is. Life has its way of laughing at you from time to time, but in the end everyone got what they wanted, the kids and I loved it!

Hopefully this spring cleaning energy will last until tomorrow when I'm plannning a purge of the junk that tends to gather on any available surface in the house. I'm one of the worst offenders, constantly setting things down with the intention of dealing with them "later". I won't even GO into the metaphor on life that suggests. I may even clean a window or two. Imagine!