Sorry, I forgot about the drink part of the season.
A mint julep on the day of the Kentucky Derby is, perhaps, not the harbinger of Spring that the first robin is, but with the first sip of that drink I know that Winter is finally over. Also it is the day I decide if I will put some plants in the veggie garden or not - there is always the danger of a freeze.
Why I fret about the decision I just don't know. I always put some in and take my chances. Typically I lose.
Sorry ~ getting off topic.
I really do not like mint juleps. Ich, poo, spit. But by the first Saturday in May we have some of those infernal weeds popping up, and what else am I going to do with the stuff?
And if one does not take a swig or two of a julep, well, I don't kinow what horrors might confront us. So I take the leaves and make a couple of drinks.
I suppose it is just superstition, akin to eating black eyed peas on New Year's Day, or not walkng under a ladder, or the broken mirror thing. But I am convinced I keep us safe every Derby Day by imbibing the dreaded julep.
Someone has gotta do it.