Right now is the Winter equivalent to someone letting you have a bite of their triple chocolate-with-pecans-and-coffee-icecream brownie (click on that, really.)(That, my dears, is The Brownie Apocalypse, featuring a triple-threat brownie, coffee ice cream, homemade whipped cream, and toasted pecans. It was developed in a fit of boredom one time, with collaboration from a friend an entire continent away.)

What I mean to say is that today is one of those Perfect Winter Days we have here. It is why people live in the Deep South. It is why we put up with the 198% humidity and heat during the Summer. It is why God invented convertibles. And windows that open. And camellias.

This is the kind of day that makes gardeners twitchy, digging out seed catalogs and inventorying starter pots and making sure the cold frame is functional.

#4 left for school this morning, wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. It was winter-appropriate, that shirt, being cobalt blue and black, instead of the bright florals of the other shirts in his closet.

The dogs are suspicious of the weather, I think. They keep burrowing under the blankets. Dachshunds do that, but still. I would think a sunny spot in the yard, where they could lay and bloat up, would be warmer.

I am pondering which direction to take with the outside. #’s 2 and 4 already helped out with the garden stuff. It’s a little early to dig up the betony. I recently learned that digging it in the Spring will yield these crunchy and sweet tubers, good for pickling or chopping onto a salad. The yard is well overrun with betony, so there should be enough to make a bunch of pickles. The idea also appeals to my sense of…not sure what to call it…Inner Granny Hippie Forager Type. That’s the one who makes salad from dandelions and chickweed, picks blackberries for jam, and uses ramps in the potroast. Discovering that there was a decent use for the betony redeemed it a little bit, as before it was nothing but a noxious weed, suitable only for Roundup.

Anyway, that’s all the news. or whatever. The weather is Deep South Perfect, life is pretty good for now, and these days that’s as good as it gets and I’ll take it.

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  1. Bella Rum says:

    Well, you’ve taught me something. I didn’t know about betony. H probably does. He knows those things. I think I will pass on this one, but blackberry jam… well, I’m always up for that. The temp. hit 70 here yesterday and the day before. It’s been beautiful. All the snow melted.

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