This week has included preparation of a triumphant birthday cake made entirely of potato products for my dear nephew (tots, mashed, chip, and fry), and another made entirely of soft pretzels, croquembouche-style, for my dear sister. (There was a third, composed of fresh vegetables, but no one wants to claim that one.) So much to celebrate!

Dear friends,

As the winter tiptoes towards spring,

May we find a warm perch as the creek ice cracks.

May we bask in the joys of others.

May we be greeted with happy yelps.

May we scoop the first daffodils into a jar,

trusting their sunshine to lead us onward.