You know what really irritates me? Oh! you do want to know, good. When people on Instagram post pictures of flowers and then write "Spring!!!" in the comments when it's still January. Because it is clearly not spring yet. All enthusiastic premature proclamations regarding the arrival of spring must end! We need to learn to love winter. Embrace it as the equal counterpart to summer. You know who really gets this? Poochi. I mean look at the guy.
Maremma's just love the cold, and it's a good thing because this dog sleeps outside with the sheep even on nights that dip to -10C. I started slipping him ground beef and eggs during the cold weeks, and the sheep some corn. And myself some oreos.
No I haven't really been eating oreos, because about three weeks ago I started what I was calling a 'cleanse.' Nicolette rings me up mid morning. "What are you doing?"
What's your cleanse?
"Well, right now I'm having a coffee, but it's my first one today."
January rolls around with it's citrus, narcissus, and friends who cleanse. Allergic to any sort of diet or self deprivation, I have always eschewed cleansing and stuck to my vices in happy moderation. But something came over me this winter and I did a week of just vegetables. Ok and some other stuff. (I am boring myself to death writing this.) But that's winter for you. Just sitting here in sweatpants writing about my 'cleanse' (which is not really a cleanse).
I started watching "Mind of a Chef" on netflix. I worry about David Chang's health. He eats a lot of pork and eggs and salt. He should do my cleanse (which is not really a cleanse).
This afternoon it's 28 degrees outside! Some birds are singing and the sun is almost melting the snow on the roof and the boogers in my nose don't freeze when I inhale. SPRING IS ALMOST HERE! I said out loud to the sheep ! I irritate myself.
P.S. This is the week I'm finally combing through all the spring/summer/fall applications for our farm apprenticeship. We've received over 100! I obviously can't take all of you but I will give you the chance to come visit the farm...when spring arrives.