too many choices
It felt great to get out to the house this weekend. Even though it rained every day and the fog never lifted and the temperatures were in the forties and I had to go back to sleeping in my flannel nightgown and Charlie Brown hat. Because after two weeks away, home is where my heart is.
The lettuces grew like crazy while we were away and we ate salads so fresh Michael swore he could taste the chlorophyll. When you eat something that was alive a mere five minutes earlier...well it doesn't get any better than that. I heard Barbara Damrosch speak at the NY Hort Society a few weeks ago and she said you can cut off an entire head of lettuce and it will regrow. I've always picked a few leaves from the outside of each head, but I think I'll experiment with Barbara's suggestion next weekend.
As I walked around the yard I wondered how to decide what to blog about: the white flowers of Amalanchier (aka Serviceberry) dramatically covered with drops of rain? the young leaves of Tiger Eye Sumac and black leaf Elderberry, bursting forth with those bold red pigments in full force? So many choices and it's barely even May.
Since both the sumac and elderberry have edible parts, I'll be able to keep them in my garden when I start the renovation. (I'm re-planting my front garden beds to make them entirely edible.) With a little luck I can start digging up the non-edibles next weekend. And don't worry, I'm sending them all to a nice farm in the country where they'll have plenty of room to run and play.
And lest you wonder, there's plenty of action indoors as well. The houseplants are well aware it's spring, and I've got Hoya lacunosa,
and Hoya bilobata all in bloom.