1. By Wednesday morning, I was dragging heavily. I still haven’t determined whether it’s allergies or a dreaded warm-weather cold (I think it’s both), but whatever it is, this orange-ginger-mint concoction knocks it out. I never would have gone for such a combo, but in my hazy desperation, the “ginger” stuck out to me at a coffeeshop, and I fell so hard I found it at the grocery store later that day.
2. The super-valid excuse to stay in bed today: rain. Cold rain (well, 50-something degrees qualifies here in South Carolina) is practically Mother Nature prescribing stillness and softness. 3. Speaking of Mother Nature, these determined, wiry, speedy little sprouts have me excited for the incomparable tomatoes of high-summer July. I’ve heard they’re to go in the ground on Good Friday (whenever that falls each year), but in my profession, that translates at least to Easter Monday–I’ve got other stuff going on next week!
Hi, Emily! One of my favorite childhood memories concerns Good Friday. My father, who was a farmer, never planted his garden until Good Friday (no matter how nice the weather had been the weeks before). I would always be out in the garden with him & he always saved a row for me to plant my marigolds. I loved my father so much & miss him everyday!