I suppose I can blame The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry for our most recent trip. If you’ve not read it, it’s about a man who spontaneously decides to walk across England. An odd story, it’s one which will always stay with me. And it isn’t so much that I immediately wanted to walk across England after having read it, but I was intrigued.
It’s been a year and a half since I’ve written here, and before that, nearly a year. When I think about why, several reasons come to mind, but the most significant is one most worthy; I wrote a novel. This November represents the four-year mark of the beginning of the project and much has changed in that time. I’ve changed.
“So where are you staying?” the woman on the other side of the Avis counter asked as she processed our car rental. My husband and I had just arrived in Portland, Maine after a red-eye from San Diego followed by a botched connecting flight in Philadelphia. We were more than ready for our vacation to begin.
Last year about this time when my husband and I were preparing for our trip to Europe, I busied myself with finding recipes that might be typical of the region we would be in so I could try them at home. I was able to share a few of these before we left, but neglected to share the Cream of White Asparagus Soup I made.
I hope this finds you well, and enjoying the spring weather everyone has longed for. I know many who live in other areas of the country and understand this past winter was relentless. For us, it meant only that winter never arrived at all. My Iceberg roses in the patio planters, pruned in November, were blooming by January. I believe there were only one or two weeks we closed all the windows in the house, and the heater turned turned on perhaps twice just to take the chill off the family room downstairs in the evening while we talked about our respective days. I made peace with Mother Nature over this warmer than usual and alarmingly dry winter, promising not to complain too loudly, wanting and hoping for the rain we so desperately need. Instead I’ve patiently looked forward to our annual dose of May Grey and June Gloom, when skies are endlessly covered with a thick marine layer and the air chilly enough to require sweaters. Unfortunately, we’ve had more heat. A few weeks ago temperatures rose to nearly 100 and after a bit of a break for a week, I braced for heat again. Sadly, our Santa Ana winds accompanied the heat wave and fires burned thousands of acres of the parched brush taking many homes in the process.
We need rain.