© 2007 Miri Rotkovitz
A week ago, I finally felt like spring had arrived. It was sunny, and warm enough to venture out in just a sweater. Tulips and crocuses were blooming all over the neighborhood, and I saw the season's first rhubarb and strawberries in the market. Then Mother Nature turned fickle, at least in my neck of the woods. For the last few days, it's been cold and windy, and the rainy day novelty has totally worn off. At least I found a gorgeous bunch of basil, which means I can dine on Bucati With Basil Pesto and Peas. It may be gray outside, but there will be enough green on my plate to tide me over until the sun breaks thorough the clouds and spring reappears in earnest.