Hey, it’s almost spring. Yes, it’s cold and grey outside and I’m still wearing my winter coat but the pussy willow is in bloom. My grandmother used to say,”Ja, Ja. Za pussy villow is za first flower und spring is not far behind.” I always laughed as by the time these little furry blooms arrived in the yard, I was more than ready for sunnier days. Bring on those higher temperatures, I’m ready!
This past weekend I set about decorating for Easter and the Farmers Market had bunches of Pussy Willow and Peach branches not yet in bloom. I bought them as they harbored promises of blossoms for the days to come. I like the idea of promises.
I admit that I had a hard time this year organizing for the celebration. I’m told there was a blood moon that was causing havoc with everyones horoscopes and blamed my disorganization on that. When things are going bad, it is always easier to point to outside factors than own the reason yourself. Saturday night I still wasn’t sure I’d have everything ready. Chairs held in storage for a year seemed to be crumbling at the touch. It was at that hour I was so happy I had delegated parts of the meal to my siblings.
“What can I bring?”
That question would have been answered years ago with a sweet, “Just yourself.” This year I said, ” the salad course.” and “the vegetables” and of course the most important item, “Wine, bring lots of wine.” Gone are the days when I need to do it all with that special touch of twee. I used to be amazing and my celebrations memorable. At least I hope they were memorable as I would spend weeks preparing special butterfly cookies and tiny pots of grass for the table. I don’t have the time or energy for that anymore. Branches holding the promise of buds was all I could muster this year.
I did make a wonderful leg of lamb and at the eleventh hour, it all came together. Everyone had a seat though not all of the seats were at the table. Another small snafu was I had more guests than there was actually room for. We made due and it got kind of funny. The conversation flowed punctuated now and then by howls of laughter. The salad course was amazing as was the tray of asparagus my brother made. In fact, all the dishes and courses were wonderful as was the wine.
Next week I’m headed to Florida to visit friends and warm my frozen bones.