For our Valentine's Day, we made pie. Any day is a good day for pie, Valentine's is no exception. Oz cut a heart into the top crust as the steam vent. We took pictures, but the light in the kitchen makes the pie look way yellow and unappetizing. So imagine a nicely browned top crust cut with a heart surrounded by little rays, all oozing this pink strawberry-rhubarb syrup.
We're still waiting for it to cool. It smells so good. Do we have wills of iron or what?
This morning I got a Valentine from my backyard. I walked by the window at the top of the stairs around eight o'clock and saw the sun slanting across the fence and through the crape myrtle to light up the first reddish baby leaves on the rosebush. I went out back later and saw tight purple buds on the tips of the hydrangea branches. Spring, yes! Note to Oz: You are now forbidden to prune anything, except for the crape myrtle. Which we should prune this weekend.