My thoughts go back to the first warm days of spring when I was a child. We'd retire our shoes and socks (often for the summer) and Mem would soon rally help to plant the garden, which in our case was the size of a field. She used to plant vegetables that some people have never heard of, such as salsify (she called them vegetable oysters) that she would leave in the ground over the winter. We'd dig them up with spring parsnips before Datt would plow and harrow the garden. To this day, salsify and parsnips are like tasting early spring for me — what great flavor the salsify would add to our soups and stews! And Mem prepared the parsnips by cutting them up and boiling them with potatoes in large chunks. Just before they became soft, she would drain them, and then fry them in butter, salt, and pepper. Yum! (I now add minced fresh parsley to them, which adds another flavor.)
Speaking of cleaning, David and I are about to undertake washing the windows and installing the screens for the summer, so I need to get on that.
So, instead of asking how you manage the dreab days, I am going to ask that you describe the ways in which you appreciate spring and the "perfect" days that we are sometimes blessed with at winter's end and before the heat of summer sets in.