Seeing: Baby figs. About the size of my pinky fingernail and completely adorable.
Tasting: Fiddleheads. Smaller and more bitter than the amazing New England fiddleheads we ate every Spring, but a mountain of them at a California table made our Vermont Boy very happy.
Touching: Heavy clay soil…breaking it up with my fingertips and infusing it with love, in hopes it will accept and nurture our baby melon and squash plants.
Hearing: Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! We had a swarm in a notch of the lowest oak branch for about two days. Wished we had a hive and suit! Maybe next time we’ll be prepared…
Smelling: Lemon balm.
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my vermont boy used to pick fiddleheads across the street from our house on the banks of the winooski river — lovely!
Oh dear–I wish you would have called me. I would have come and picked up that swarm and given it to a friend whose hive collapsed. Maybe next time…
I added you to my blog roll so I can read your posts. You have a lovely site.
OOOO lemon balm 🙂
I love this naturey post-so good.