Ah, there's nothing quite like taking a stroll in the dormant garden grey with winter to find a tinsy bud bursting forth and declaring gaily, "Spring is coming!!!"
As I was weeding out the bean rows this morning {more like plunging my hands into a forest of grass and tugging the roots free of the soil we can't afford to waste...} I unknowingly harvested this pleasant little surprise:
The smell instantly brought back dozens of colorful memories of a time when I ran barefoot and carefree with a bundle of these native chives in my arms to my next-door-neighbor's backyard. There my best friend and I sat cross legged and knocked the mud clumps off and carefully rinsed the tiny bulbs for hours at a time. We were aspiring to begin our own onion business, setting up a little cardboard stand on the side of the road and selling a bundle of chives for $1. Just think of the profits we could have devoted to Starbursts and A&W Root Beer! Of course, these piles just ended up on our kitchen countertops being chopped finely and added to that evenining's supper as we stared wistfully on, watching all our hard work being thrown into bubbly soup. Of course as soon as we tasted our mothers' creations, sharing crackers on the balance beam that separates our yards, staring up into summer night sky laden with an overabundance of stars and feeling the warm Summer breeze on our cheeks - all wistful sighs were replaced with blissful ones.
Makes one kinda miss those kid days...
Happy Gardening!
Soli Deo Gloria,
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