In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. - Milton
We went to Huntington on Friday to have tea and see if the wisteria is out: some is, some isn’t. Standing beneath the arbor and pointing my camera up to catch this view, I was surrounded by the powerful fragrance of the flowers. In a perfume, it would be too cheaply sweet. But in the spring sunshine, the aroma is glorious. I bought two cookbooks by gardeners sharing their culinary successes with home grown food.
Yesterday at the public veggie garden where I volunteer, I picked a beet for an amazingly bent lady who recognized the few remaining beet tops from 50 feet – not many people do. We’re not supposed to give veggies to visitors, so I had to caution her to secret the dusky red globe and it’s lovely red-tinted greens at the bottom of her large canvas handbag. I imagined her eating it for dinner last night, as I read my own new cookbooks and dreamed of my summer harvests to come. April makes gardeners of us all.