What a find! Look at it all! Enjoy making the pesto and herbed butter. That’s the part I’d enjoy most as I’m not sure I have your tenacity or level of comfort with what very much sounds to me like wilderness!
And by the way, when you’ve healed sufficiently, I would love to see you write a book about grief, which comes not just from a physical death, but from the loss of so many different things throughout our lives🙏❤️
Wild garlic or wild leeks as we call the plant in the Haliburton region, grows in abundance near our cottage. It’s just shooting up through the drab wet leaf clutter now. I must confess to occasionally digging up more than we can consume or preserve but the plant seems to claim more territory every year.
I imagine the hardy souls living there 100 years ago, having been sustained on a diet of root vegetables for six months, they must’ve gone mad for the first green thing with taste.
I love the very long sentence in paragraph 3. Re: Trust, you made me go through my writing & I discovered I haven't written expressly about that important 'thing'. I amaze myself, missing a word that I would say is more important than Love. I'll get on it and post in April. Happy spring Leah.
From erotica to wild garlic to collapsing ceilings, your writing is always a bit like finding a secret garlic patch—adds flavour and interest to the regular day.
Love love love wild garlic. My mum had a load in her garden in a beautiful old house she renovated and where I got married. She isn’t there any more and I miss the house and garden… And I remember the days when a walk in the woods didn’t feel like an indulgence!
What a find! Look at it all! Enjoy making the pesto and herbed butter. That’s the part I’d enjoy most as I’m not sure I have your tenacity or level of comfort with what very much sounds to me like wilderness!
And by the way, when you’ve healed sufficiently, I would love to see you write a book about grief, which comes not just from a physical death, but from the loss of so many different things throughout our lives🙏❤️
I love that idea, grief is multitudes
You introduced me to wild garlic. It made the best pesto I have ever, ever had, and since then, my life has never been the same.
I have a bag for you if you find yourself Kensal way
Wild garlic or wild leeks as we call the plant in the Haliburton region, grows in abundance near our cottage. It’s just shooting up through the drab wet leaf clutter now. I must confess to occasionally digging up more than we can consume or preserve but the plant seems to claim more territory every year.
I imagine the hardy souls living there 100 years ago, having been sustained on a diet of root vegetables for six months, they must’ve gone mad for the first green thing with taste.
I love the very long sentence in paragraph 3. Re: Trust, you made me go through my writing & I discovered I haven't written expressly about that important 'thing'. I amaze myself, missing a word that I would say is more important than Love. I'll get on it and post in April. Happy spring Leah.
From erotica to wild garlic to collapsing ceilings, your writing is always a bit like finding a secret garlic patch—adds flavour and interest to the regular day.
Love love love wild garlic. My mum had a load in her garden in a beautiful old house she renovated and where I got married. She isn’t there any more and I miss the house and garden… And I remember the days when a walk in the woods didn’t feel like an indulgence!