I've had at least four biscotti today. At 3 pm. With two hot drinks to dip them in. And a kiwi. A sure sign we need to deal with our broken fridge so we can keep more than small grocery runs at a time. Still having not replaced our car from my smashing of it, this makes food interesting.

They we're however, brought to us by a new friend, a trade for some straw for his garden. There's no beating friends bearing homemade food, really.

Today, in the warmest wind, spring cleaning. A bit of work stuff, to ward off the guilt. And a collection of 300 year old British recipes pulled out, in hopes of dandelion wine guidance. Perhaps some seeds for around our cabin planted, too? This is a farm, you know.

I hope it's as gorgeous where you are.