I could tell you about the incessant sound of the rain that we hear these days, or this spring's cold, wintry weather . . . but I'm not going to. From what I hear, in fact, most of Europe is suffering through the same kind of spring. What I will tell you, instead, is that on Saturday when I looked out at the puddle of mud that is my garden, I felt so tired of seeing the poor soggy winter cabbages out there that, armed with a knife, I ventured out to harvest the leftover vegetables.
The theme of our dinner that night turned out, in a completely unplanned way, to be "yellow": in fact, the stirred fried cabbage with turmeric rice, the cabbage salad in home-made mayonnaise, the candle holders, and the soft flames that gave us light: all were yellow. Yellow too was the bough of broom that I'd found in the woods, its flowers reminding us that spring will eventually win this battle against winter.