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I heard a bird singing outside my window yesterday, and had a splendid realization that this hideous winter is almost over. I’m fairly certain said bird was buried in last night’s snowstorm, but I thank him/her/it for that moment of joy.

Kelly Cline sent me an array of berry shots yesterday, and they left me salivating for fresh berries with sugar and whipped cream. Not to mention the longing I experienced for warm sun on my face, and a slight bit of color to rid myself of this pasty finish.

Food photography is meant to inspire such moments of reverie — it is sometimes as close to the real thing as one can get. She’s off in California shooting olives, so I’m preparing myself for next week’s full swoon. Then I can dream of Tuscany…