Gazing fondly at the fire flames blending into the dimming sun I debated whether I like olives or pineapples the best.
I remember the longest days and weeks and months of my life many years ago when I would start in February pining for summer. I wished and wished and hoped for June to arrive.
Every year summer did arrive and it was wonderful. But I sure missed some fine months between February and June, and caused myself huge anguish, waiting for June.
Saturday I spent all afternoon and evening outside, six layers of clothes, boots, and mitts insulating me from minus 30 degree temperatures. I loved the ambiance and appreciated the opportunity. As thoughts turned occasionally to the coming summer I asked myself, "Which do you like better, summer or winter?"
As my mind muddled and the wine iced up I kept coming back to the olives vs pineapples question, and the answer eventually dribbled in as gently as the drops from a melting icicle on a sunny day.
When I'm having a Martini, olives are my favorite. If it's a Pina Colada kind of afternoon, give me the pineapple.