We went from zero to sixty degrees in the space of a week here in southeastern Wisconsin. If I could summarize what that feels like to get so springlike, so fast, in a part of the country where winter can and does tend to hang around like the smell of a ripe Limburger, well, there aren't enough exclamation marks to capture our collective joy. And being a fairly stoic lot, we don't like to lose our minds in public like that, Packer or Badger games notwithstanding.
So we do things like crack a couple windows, wash the salt off the car, break out the Harley, and smile more.
Norm and I went for a walk yesterday on a favorite nature trail along the northern edge of the marsh, as I've blogged about several times in the past five years. (I know, right? Five years doing this blogging thing, whodathunk?)
It's not lush and colorful in the early spring, and the wildlife is fairly sparse yet, although we heard some returning geese and sand hill cranes overhead.
Gulls were congregating on the remaining ice in this pond.
But the main visual attraction on this day turned out to be a prescribed burn just getting underway as we started our walk.
First one fire, then two, three...
Pretty soon, a whole line was ignited. It was pretty impressive.
The wind was blowing away from the nature trail, so there was no risk of anything coming our way. We could not even smell it.
I was enjoying the various gradients of gray contained in the ever-changing billows of smoke superimposed on a blue sky.
If you think of hand-dyed fabric when you watch a brush fire...you might be a quilter!
Back home, I was feeling a little peckish, and remembering it was Pi Day, I shaped my cookie dough batter into one big, pie-shaped cookie. This was a chunky peanut butter chocolate chip recipe, gluten-free and easy as, well, pie.
I scored it into wedges with the dull edge of a knife before baking. After it came out of the oven but was still warm, I cut it all the way through with the edge of the spatula. Yum!
Did you celebrate the special, once-a-century PI Day yesterday, with pie or otherwise?