It was almost hot here just a few days ago. Sweat trickled down my arms and mixed with drops of blood from my wrestlings with our blackberry bushes. I wore sunglasses and a hat as I pruned back dead growth to make way for new. I was pretty sure that Spring had finally decided to stick around. I was wrong. We are expecting a freeze both tonight and tomorrow night, and I am a bit worried about all that tender new growth that I uncovered. A couple of weekends ago, I courted Spring by making focaccia bursting with Spring flavors. Spring did deign to drop in for a moment, but has again danced away. I swear I can hear it giggling. Infuriating, capricious Springtime. Tell me about it. Now, where's that ice cream?