Today marks my first day of spring, when we crawl out of our holes to strip off our crusty winter attire, guzzle gin, and hold our faces up to Saint Patrick's glorious sun. Though we may not swill gin the way we used to, that's no reason not to celebrate with all the foolishness due the season. We leer laciviously at the freshly exposed, pasty flesh of the opposite or prefered sex and our thoughts turn to whatever they turn to when activated by sunlight. Grr ,Yumm.
Before you get too awfully distracted, don't forget to plant your peas and greens today. For when your passion is spent and the dog days of sticky summer are upon you, a nice salad will help. You'll need all your strength in the days to "come". If you catch my drift?
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