These days it's feeling less like winter, but not quite like spring. One bit of excitement for me over the week was finding fresh looking, locally grown (probably in a greenhouse, but still) rhubarb at the grocery store. I immediately bought a pile to bake into my all-time favorite pie. Even if it's not yet spring outside, strawberry rhubarb pie makes the change in seasons feel a little closer. After a lazy Saturday mostly spent baking the aforementioned pie, Andy and I got an early start Sunday, headed for Vashon Island to prune the apple trees. The morning was mostly cold and overcast, with the occasional patch of blue sky and from the ferry, we were treated to incredible views of the Olympics along the horizon. As we worked the morning away pruning the apple trees, we noticed the occasional raindrop. Shortly after lunch, the light rain turned to a downpour, followed by a brief hailstorm. Luckily, we'd completed our pruning by then, and just had some final cleanup to finish in the storm. By the time we'd reached the ferry terminal to head back to the mainland, we could once again see small patches of blue sky. Maybe spring is closer than it seems...
Flowers of late winter - the tiniest violets
and dusty pink hellebores
