But last weekend, at least the sun came out just a little bit to remind us that spring is here - calendar-wise.
And the wild violets are out as well. They are so sweet and so fragrant and flourish in the teeniest places, like here between the stones in the front of the house and the brick steps to our original but non-functional front door. There's another little bunch of violets between the roots of one of the linden trees out front that has started to bloom as well. And frankly, these cuties can be considered a weed since it often pops up in places I don't really want any growing stuff to be. But I just can't get too irritated about them. Next step, after picking the lovelies and putting them in a teeny vase with some other teeny blossoms, is making tea of the leaves. It's supposed to be a traditional spring cure - I'll let you know what it cures.
We took a long walk over the weekend. What a treat to be outside and moving and not wet and not rushed.
The big sisters of our violets were in their glory along this wall.
Along the way we ran into some hens happily wandering, too. Werner used his famous chicken talk to try and communicate and wouldn't you know - five other chickens showed up! We got out of there in a hurry!
And then , just a bit further along the path, we found my favorite herald of springtime - Bärlauch (ramps)!! I was so surprised at how full they were- really, if I had known, I'd have been out there much sooner.
I suppose you're tired of hearing about Bärlauch, but sorry - it has become an essential part of the season and I can't seem to do without it. I picked a bunch - though Werner objected that carrying them another hour would be a pain in the whatever - but it wasn't - and later we had pasta and pesto from the fresh, garlicky, green, spring-infused, wonderful Bärlauch.
(Later, I'll do some dumplings and sauce!)
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