This year we know what Spring Break is really about. It's about how if we go through one more snow and ice storm, we will break down. Crack up. Wig out. Lose our minds. Our spirit. Our very souls.
The Irish Soda Bread I baked for St. Patrick's day isn't even stale yet and we were dumped with another 8-inches of snow.
The poor peepers are yearning to pop out and announce springtime in Pound Ridge.