Starting around April, it’s a normal occurrence to hear the gardeners of Sonoma singing in celebration:
“It’s here, it’s here! My favorite time of year! Spriiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.”
Or maybe that’s just coming from my backyard…
Either way, as the sentiment lazily drifts across the warming breezes, I’ve already started dreaming of juicy tomato sandwiches, ripe plums, and so much squash I can’t freeze, barter, or doorbell ditch enough of it.