March is when I start to get antsy - winter is not quite over, yet it's not quite spring.  I'm desperately itching for warmer weather, some sunshine to pass these dreary grey days. 
 
Cooking-wise, I've been uninspired.  I'm at the point of the year where I'm tired of root vegetables and cabbages and ready to pounce on the first sign of delicate leafy greens.  I finally opened my jars of 
strawberry and 
raspberry preserves, which has me dreaming of summer.  I'm counting down the months until peach season is here.  
Can you tell I am a summer baby? 
 
The weather has been warm enough to start the flow of the maple sap.  I visited a maple sugar bush, ate piping hot pancakes doused in melted butter and maple syrup.  Fact: pancakes are so much better eaten in a non-heated cabin after a good work out.
 
I am going back into hibernation until the air smells sweet of spring showers.  
Until then.