Living in Pennsylvania for the first quarter century of my life, March was always the toughest month of the year for me. The bustle and warmth of the holiday season a distant memory, the grey and dreary winter seemed to drag on despite whether or not a groundhog had seen its shadow in February, and the chill in my bones settled into my mood as I waited for the first warm days of spring.
Having adopted Southern California as my home, I still find an interesting challenge at this time of year. Though the weather is generally moderate with an occasional deluge of rain, I still sense an awkward transition, like a sprout of a plant gradually busting through the shell of a seed.
There are so many ways we are removed from nature in our modern world – electricity that creates false daylight, technology that connects us instantly throughout the globe, medicines that mask our pain, and food that appears on our tables in neat packages with no relation to the ground from whence it came. But regardless of how unnatural things become, I can’t help but feel the pull of nature at this time of year. For me, spring is a time of growth, new beginnings, and reflection.
Looking back on March:
- My family came down with our annual mini-flu, so I had a chance to consider my opinions about reducing a fever. I also tried out lemon socks – a simple home remedy for bringing some comfort to a fevering child and made my own elderberry syrup.
- I also caught spring cleaning fever – organized and purged closets and experimented with money-saving homemade cleaning products.
- I realized that we eat A LOT of butter – and it makes me smile.
- I discovered audio-books at Audible.com and found an extra hour in my day for reading (listening) on my daily drives.
- I finished Joel Salatin’s book, Folks, This Ain’t Normal which has me plotting about backyard chickens, growing my own food, and the logistics of a rain barrel.
- My family and I began our first family garden adventure driven by these reasons.
- I’m wishing I could pay a visit to Sally Fallon Morell’s Farm and planning to visit my own local farmers in the coming months.
- My five year old started a mini-kombucha business to earn a drum kit (god help me) – now we have 6 gallons brewing on seedling mats in our kitchen.
- The fois-gras issue in California is ruffling my feathers about food freedom.
- I obsessively worked on perfecting my garlic chive yogurt cream cheese inspired by the magical makings of Real Food Devotee.
- Beet Borscht surprised me with its luring yumminess, as I wait for asparagus to appear in my farm box to make this yummy spring asparagus soup.
- We started planning for the magic of spring at Easter-time with visits from family, naturally dyed eggs and homemade, natural sweets.