Every spring, when the ground brings new life and the trees turn every shade of green, I think of Julius.


Julius and I met in grad school. He wore silver-rimmed spectacles, ironed business shirts and dress pants and a neatly trimmed reddish-brown beard that was quickly going gray. He came to class with his work I.D. still on his shirt pocket and a bag or briefcase carrying his books and papers in his hand. When he spoke, you’d hear an accent, betraying the Eastern European setting from which he’d come, but, he told me, he and his wife had lived in America quite a while. The first class we took together was a Travel Writing course. It was a workshop class, meaning we’d turn in copies of our assignments to each other and then discuss them, as a class, together. I’d write short, sweet pieces about places like the Wisconsin Northwoods; he’d write long, flowering tales about dining with locals in Morocco.

spring in nashville

One October, walking from the fluorescent lights and metal chairs of our night class out into the crisp, cool air of Chicago fall, I told Julius how autumn was my favorite season.

“Do you feel this air?” I asked him as we walked side by side, breathing in deep for emphasis. “I mean, is there anything better? I wish it were fall all year.” I might have talked about pumpkins and apple-picking and Halloween.

“Yes, it’s nice,” this man, 15 or 20 years my senior, responded, almost as if to appease a child, with none of my enthusiasm.

“And I bet you didn’t know this,” I began, my volume increasing and my words coming fast. I was about to share with him a rehearsed party anecdote, a standby that, at the time, was finding its way into any conversation I had about the colors of fall, sort of the way I’m always jumpy today to tell people that dislike for cilantro is a genetic trait. “When leaves turn colors each fall,” I said to him, “they’re actually shedding a layer, revealing the true colors that were always there, underneath. People think the leaves are turning but really they’re just showing what they always were, down in there, but we couldn’t see it! How amazing is that? ”

I waited for his elation and surprise, for him to join me in proclaiming fall’s glory. Instead came counter argument.

spring greens

“Actually, that’s sort of how I feel about spring!” he said to me, his eyes growing wide as his volume raised to match mine. “All the green! The emeralds, the pale greens, the yellow greens! Everything becomes so alive!”

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I hate to say it, but I think at that moment, walking with Julius to our cars in a dark parking lot, I saw spring for the first time.

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I was thinking about that conversation, some seven years ago or so now, last week, when Tim and I walked through the park on a 70-something-degree day in Nashville April. There were white buds on branches, pink flowers on trees, leaves of all different shapes and sizes sprouting along a lazy creek.


The sky was fiercely blue—bluer than the bluejay we’ve seen around our house lately, bluer than the ocean hitting white sands—and the smell of grass was in the air. I was thinking about it when we brought home bags of greens from the grocery store and set plates of arugula on our table for dinner one night, streaming sunlight falling on the table.

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There’s a verse in the Psalms that exclaims, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands,” and another in the New Testament that rejoices, “He has shown kindness by giving you rain from heaven and crops in their seasons; he provides you with plenty of food and fills your hearts with joy.”

This spring, with salads like this arugula one, that’s what I’m thinking about: the wonder of a created world with ordered seasons, the kind we can count on to come, and how noticing them, while walking parks and while eating dinner, makes me rejoice.

Arugula Dijon Salad with Figs and Pistachios
Serves two as a meal; four as a side

This is what I like to think of as a celebratory salad, chock full of the sweet chewiness of figs and the interesting crunch of pistachios. Eating it for dinner feels like eating at a fine restaurant, and that makes it pretty celebratory indeed. A quick note on the dressing, however: The dijon has a kick more surprising than spring, so if you’re sensitive to heat, add dijon to taste. Likewise, if you don’t mind having your nose burn and your eyes water, feel free to add more. It’s easy to adjust proportions to your taste.

1/2 bunch of arugula
4 ounces of pea shoots
6 ounces figs, sliced
1/3 cup chopped pistachios

for the honey lemon dijon vinaigrette:
Juice of one lemon
3 tablespoons of honey
3 tablespoons of olive oil
1-2 teaspoons dijon mustard
Dash of sea salt

Combine salad ingredients in a large bowl. In a separate, smaller bowl, whisk vinaigrette ingredients together. Drizzle vinaigrette onto salad as you like—we used about half the mixture and saved the rest for another salad, but you may like more; also, the leftovers would be great as a dip for roasted sweet potatoes!

Shanna Mallon

Shanna Mallon started Food Loves Writing back in 2008, as a way to remember her grandma and write about her life through food. Since then it's become a place leading her to a lifestyle of eating whole foods, a new home in Nashville and the love of her life, Tim. Follow Shanna on Twitter @foodloves, keep up with Food Loves Writing on Facebook and stay inspired with the monthly newsletter.

This Post Has 27 Comments

  1. Jacqui

    Your beautiful photos give me hope that spring will arrive here one day! I’m glad you’re enjoying it. This season is all about being alive.

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Yes! So much life around us right now, and it amazes me.

    2. Jacqui

      Also: Every time fall comes around, I think of you.

      1. Shanna Mallon

        : )

  2. Kathryn

    Such beautiful photos, they really do capture the joy of Spring.

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Thank you, friend!

  3. Lindsey @ Pas de Deux

    I love both fall and spring, but spring is especially aesthetic for me–the colors popping up out of no where catch my eye and help me to see things in a totally new way, noticing details that previously blurred together.
    “the wonder of a created world with ordered seasons, the kind we can count on to come, and how noticing them, while walking parks and while eating dinner, makes me rejoice.”–yes, ma’am! :-)

    1. Shanna Mallon

      I like what you wrote about the colors catching your eye and showing you details previously blurred together, Lindsey–that’s lovely!

  4. Stephanie @ Girl Versus Dough

    Beautiful post. Just beautiful. I can’t wait to dig into this salad!

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Thank you — and please make it! It’s so simple but one of my favs!

  5. Marie @ Little Kitchie

    Such a lovely post, and I actually read that Psalm last week with my class!

    I adore anything with figs and/or pistachios. I love that this salad has just four ingredients – it lets the beauty of them just sing!

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Love how we’re always sympatico lately, Marie! And I love simple salads, too — such a great way to savor what’s before me.

  6. Paula @ Vintage Kitchen

    I agree with Julius about spring 100%, it´s my favorite season because it´s a synomym of life starting. But I know most people find fall to be their favorite. Both are amazing, and a salad with a bit of everything is too. I have such a deep love for pistachios, figs and arugula, I might stop by your house and steal your plates!

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Haha! Would you believe they’re from Goodwill? Tim wanted some plain white ones, and now we use them all the time!

  7. Kelley

    Mark me down as another fall-lover-who’s-falling-for-spring! And the salad looks marvelous … arugula is one of my favorite greens.) Hope your day in Nashville is as lovely as mine is shaping up in Greenville … :)

    1. Shanna Mallon

      I love the thought of the two of us enjoying spring from our separate cities. Makes them feel less separate to me. : )

  8. Amy

    On the opposite side of the world I am watching the leaves turn back to their true selves, and the sky grows more impossibly blue as the chill of autumn mornings creeps into the air. Although I do love spring and the promise of a long hot summer to come, autumn is my favourite time of year. Warm days rather than hot, and cool nights where steaming bowls of soup are welcomed to warm fingers, and snuggling with my beloved on the couch while we read. However, I think this salad would be welcomed at any time of the year. Enjoy the spring blossoms Shanna :)

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Amy, What lovely images you’ve written here! It still amazes me that, right now, it’s fall somewhere. Amazes me and makes me wish to visit Australia one of these springs. : ) Delighted to think of us both enjoying our different seasons at the same time and talking about them here!

  9. Vicki

    Gosh, I’m trying to remember Julius since I was in that travel writing class. Was he the older gentleman who wrote for a religious publication or something like that? Sadly it seems like summer and winter want more than their alloted three months, leaving spring and fall a few measly weeks to kick off or suspend the growing season respectively.

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Ha! No, although I remember who you’re talking about. What was his name? I think he’d already published books and worked at Tyndale? Julius wrote about Morocco and later moved to China to teach. Sound familiar at all? (It has been several years ago…) : )

  10. J.S. @ Sun Diego Eats

    This is everything I want right now. I’ve been trying to find figs for months but I guess its just not time yet in SoCal. Love them just drizzled with honey/feta/mint/pistachios and eaten as a snack.

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Mmmmm, J.S., that sounds so good right now!

  11. Kathryne

    Oh, I do love spring and all the green. This salad looks marvelous, Shanna.

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Thanks, Kathryne! : )

  12. Marcus

    This sounds (and looks) like a wonderful salad. I hope you don’t mind me translating the recipe to swedish? Of course I’ll link back to you.

    And by the way, this is one beautiful blog!

    1. Shanna Mallon

      Of course, Marcus. Thanks so much!

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