There are few greater pleasures than meandering about the farm on a warm, spring evening, watching the perennials stretch and yawn after a winter’s rest.
In the bulb garden, hyacinth prepare their annual onslaught of heady scent. This photo was taken a week ago.
Here is the same plant today.
In the vegetable garden, rhubarb returns for its second year. I planted five of these last year. The stalks freeze beautifully, and I can hardly get enough of them. Rhubarb is related to buckwheat, of all things, and in medieval times was used to induce vomiting. Strangely, strawberry-rhubarb pie never affects me that way…
Back in the bulb garden, daffodils have exploded into bloom.