I am beat. And also a touch hungover from having a bit too much fun at J's school auction last night. Oops. So, I'm off to bed but would just like to sing the praises of spring produce one last time. Freshly shelled peas -I love to shell peas; it makes me think of generations of a family's women sitting round a table shelling together, the ping of the legumes dropped in one bowl, the shuk of denuded pods tossed in another, the happy chatter of the ladies- and baby zucchini and pea vines and blossoms everywhere. It's easy to eat simply and well this time of year, and for that, I am grateful (I am not grateful that it remains so chilly here but that's a different story).