Well, it's that time again. Mr. Lester's peach trees are just beginning to bloom, so that means that his produce stand should open in about two months, sometime in May. Only the trees closest to the road are blooming right now, but, I expect, in about a week, I should see the ocean of purple-pink as I come around from the bridge. I can't wait! His peaches are wonderful and I look forward to the first peach cobbler I can bake with his peaches. And, I'm almost out of honey, so I'll need to get my annual supply from his stand.
It seems as though I just wrote about this, but I know it's been a year. How quickly time passes. Everything I do centers on semesters--that's pretty much how I gauge my life and my time. The spring semester always seems shorter than the fall semester, which is silly, because they are both 16 weeks long. We're halfway through now; where has the time gone?
Spring here means wind. I've been to Chicago and, yes, it's a windy city. But this area could rival it. Today, the Red River sprouted whitecaps and I had to drive with both hands on the wheel. I have, I think, a pretty sturdy car, but I couldn't keep it on the road. This is the second day this week with a lake wind advisory from the weather guys. I didn't see any fisher people out today--smart people!!
"And the seasons, they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We're captured on a carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look
Behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round
In the circle game."
Thanks, Joni Mitchell, for that thought!