Life in My World – Guess How I Know it is Spring?

Because . . . our friend Babbette came home from wintering in Arizona and she brought us a big sack of grapefruits and lemons.  Arizona lemons remind me of Grandma Lunt, Calvin’s grandma.  Calvin’s family comes from Arizona and his dad claimed his mother-in-law made the best lemon meringue pie, and so . . . 

with those fresh lemons I made Grandma Lunt’s lemon meringue pie.

Because . . . Calvin came home with a fresh back of chicks. 

Because . . . we finally had one nice day where I could open the kitchen window.

Deb and Donna

Because . . . the pass was open so Donna and her daughter, Nicole, and Anita could come over for a scrapbooking day.  Deb organized it and a bunch of us went to a local motel meeting room and scrapbooked the whole day.  They’ve done these scrapbook days before on both sides of the mountain, but it’s the first one I’ve been able to go to.  It won’t be the last. 

Because . . . it’s General Conference weekend and Cali and Ray came over to spend it with us.  In the evening when Calvin and Ray were gone to the Priesthood session of General Conference, Cali and I made Laurie’s Cherry Bread (except we also used berry filling).  It’s a great little tradition to have the hot bread ready when the men get home so we can sit at the table and they can teach us what they learned.  Except tonight we were a little slow getting the cherry bread out of the oven, so we sat at the table with quesadillas, chips, and salsa while we visited and ate the cherry/berry bread while we watched movies.       

Because . . . picnics are in season.  Today the missionaries were coming for supper.  That means we pick them up, drive them here, eat supper with them, and get them back to the church all within an hour.  It’s efficiency at its best if everything goes as planned (we live eight miles from the church).  Since the missionaries’ supper hour was during the General Priesthood session of conference and Ray and Calvin wouldn’t be here anyway, Cali and I fixed the missionaries a picnic and took supper to them.  We filled each basket with a ham and cheese sandwich, potato salad, sliced strawberries/bananas/grapes, carrots and celery sticks, oranges, peanut butter cookies, and a drink.  We put a tablecloth over a classroom table at the church and visited while they ate.  The hour whizzed by and we had a great time with them.  And because they are sister missionaries, they appreciated getting a new basket.

Ty and Ande picking Jay's raspberries a few years ago

Because . . . we got some new raspberry roots to plant.  Jay, our first home teacher (remember how I explained we’re kind of assigned friends in our church?), when we moved to Washington, has continued to look out for us long after he was no longer our assigned home teacher.  He called a couple of days ago and said he was planting new raspberries and wondered if we wanted some root stock.  Jay has the best raspberries, so yesterday Cali and I went and picked up the roots, carefully wrapped in wet burlap, from Jay.  We’ll plant them Monday. 

How do you know it’s Spring at your house?