Beaches, campfires, and sandals? Whatever. This is a spring picnic in the Midwest.
There’s nothing quite like the magic of spring. The yard turning from dusty brown to green, delicate red buds appearing on trees, colorful birds chattering on the feeder…
There’s short sleeves, and bicycle rides, and all manner of things I can barely imagine…
Snow is falling like a serene winter’s day – four weeks into spring.
It reminds me of that Dar Williams lyric, “And February was so long that it lasted into March…” Except this year, February may extend to May.
Except for my friends up north who have it way worse, so many people on Instagram are documenting warm weather camping trips, cooking on campfires, watching the sun set from the beach, and eating dinner on the outdoor patio.
So while David and I were having breakfast, watching the snow line the window sill, I said with a laugh, “Wouldn’t it be funny to show what a spring picnic is like in Iowa?”
One thing that I love about David is that he is endlessly game. I’d hardly gotten the words out of my mouth, and he was heading to the store to pick up a baguette and garnish while I made the soup.
Winter picnic in the spring
You didn’t think that soup was typical picnic fare?
Once everything was ready to go, we trudged out to the backyard, slipping as we walked. In no time our boots were muddy and covered in dried fall leaves. The wind wanted to carry the blanket away. So we had to work quickly to set things down on every corner.
I picked a few daffodils from the yard. They must have been so confused, open but bent over at the neck, snow weighing them down. I plopped them into a makeshift mason jar vase.
Wearing coats and gloves, David and I slurped bowls of loaded vegan baked potato soup. It was seasoned with those wintery spices of rosemary and thyme then topped with grated non-dairy cheese, Herbivorous Butcher seitan bacon, and spring onions. (Because spring, right?)
One by one, snowflakes fell onto the steamy soup and melted instantly.
On the bright side, we didn’t have to worry about ants at the picnic, bees swarming the sparkling strawberry lemonade, or getting sunburned underneath our heavy coats…
So far there’s no snow in the 10 day forecast, but I’m not moving the shovels just yet.