RecipeMuncher

It was Tuesday’s dusk; the sun was on its way but hadn’t quite left, and the night was at the door. That’s when the rain arrived. Those last few glimmers of day hung in the wet air, and turned the raindrops to prisms and set our backyard aglow. March rain is like the gentle hand of a parent on the shoulder of an eager child. It keeps us closer to home than we might like. It reminds us to please wait, only for a moment, to slow down and tread lightly as the world outside isn&# (...)

It was Tuesday’s dusk; the sun was on its way but hadn’t quite left, and the night was at the door. That’s when the rain arrived. Those last few glimmers of day hung in the wet air, and turned the raindrops to prisms and set our backyard aglow. March rain is like the gentle hand of a parent on the shoulder of an eager child. It keeps us closer to home than we might like. It reminds us to please wait, only for a moment, to slow down and tread lightly as the world outside isn&# (...)