Turns out the electricity came back sometime after midnight and before 1AM. I slept through the signal, but the Guru heard the radio playing dance music. We forgot it was on when the power…went.
So, in the interests of recognized continuity, these are the chives I remember from my deep childhood, probably escaped from great-grandmother’s garden maybe shortly before WWII. Maybe. Without a doubt, they have been here a while. Baked potatoes anyone?
Today’s big excitement was picking the 2016 crop of rhubarb and making a simple compote with a bit of water and more sugar than I expected. No photos of the deep crimson compote…none of that greenish, grayish stuff, just a deep red sauce extracted from these jewel-tones…. The fine genes of our rhubarb are from careful husbandry a decade ago (and more) by the Botanist. [Tomorrow’s chore is to weed the (surviving) five rhubarb crowns and give them the gazinta to get through another summer/winter.]
Okay, an artsy shot. The gate has sentinel white lupines. And outside, to the left where you cannot see, is a robust group of lilacs I do not remember from times past. Clearly, my memory is from years ago, and not from, well, last year.
Sometimes, anyway.
6 June 2016 at 5:52 pm
kayak woman says:
Last I looked, I think our chive flowers were starting to show signs of age. Gorgeous rhubarb and the “artsy” shot 😉 Mom always wanted lupines to grow in our woods but they wouldn’t take hold there.
6 June 2016 at 7:04 pm
Sammy says:
Lupines tend to be picky…until they get established. People were spotted recently photoing ours…as in, stopped on the side of the road, got out, and photoed away…. We are a little-known tourist stop. 😉