This is Pretty Swell

We were talking with a friend yesterday who visited us with the good news that we were just a month away from Spring and that what with Lent about to start and a bright late winter day, well things were looking pretty swell indeed. 

Our friend likes to rattle on about little things that catches his eye, not the least of which was that when spring hits, we get, according to his calculations, about 12 hours and 10 minutes of sun and at 41 degrees north lattitude, that was what we could expect - just about exactly half a day. In fact, Front Street, where we are located, if you ran west you would run into that place in Pennsylvania that does the Ground Hog Day thing and if you went East, across the Atlantic, you would find yourself crossing Spain and running smack dab into Italy near Florence and Rome and in southern Tuscany or thereabouts. Close enough.

We like the "chick-flick" and book, Under the Tuscan Sun and he remarked that it was the same "sun" that we get here give or take a little and we rather liked that, so we are now in a Tuscan mood that will spill over (bad pun for a wine and spirit store) to the tasting this week - all Tuscan, and perhaps some recipes, and whatnot.  At least we it gives us a chance to put up a picture of the dome of that famous Florence cathedral and imagine ourselves there.

Too bad our Front Street doesn't extend a "little further" to the east. Anyway, we are glad our visitor knew about 41 degrees north and the nearly perfect 12 hour day that is coming to us in a month and, importantly, filling our noggins with images that make us smile.  Tuscan week. How swell can this be!