Funny, yesterday I spent most of the gray day curled up in a ball with blankets and turning up the heat until I started to feel guilty running up the gas bill. But here I am today sitting on the patio toasting in the sun. Go figure !

I can smell the sweet blossoms on the nasturtiums with their UFO shaped leaves in the planter by the door. They bravely hold on, enduring the fickle weather. Although they do show signs of frostbite suffered not that many nights ago. Still, they bloom stubbornly. I have to admire them.

Even Robbie has declared it too warm to nap in the sun and is plopped down on the shady side of the yard near the rhubarb plants. They are nothing but green buds at the moment, smaller than a golf ball, but I see them and my mouth waters for rhubarb sauce. (Something I thought as a child, adults cooked and tried to poison young unsuspecting children with) How wrong I was ! It’s spring tonic at it’s finest.

But I will have to wait for the first bite of rhubarb. I must content myself with oranges from the store till then. And maybe some banana cake that is baking in the oven right now. Yes, banana cake will do. . .until rhubarb time.