The groundhog has spoken.
Six more weeks of winter - and it's still bitter cold.
Madison Square Park is bright and chilly
But Eric Kayser serves hot tea and gives you a little tiny financier in your saucer.
Another day I repair to the flower district
and bathe in bright ranunculus
and more ranunculus
and weird begonias with swirls in them
and my very favorites - hellebores more charmingly referred to as Lenten Roses.
I'm reading Agnes Jeykll's Kitchen Essays from 1922 which summon up a lost world and have just finished Diana Holman-Hunt's delightfully batty memoir My Grandmothers and I from 1960.
Only six more weeks.....