Last year the deep snow kept us out of the garden until late April. This year we’ve already had a taste of summer and found ourselves in the garden as early as we can remember. Dirty hands and knees and I’m whistling. Actually I can’t whistle for beans. But if I could…
Saturday was the tail end of the week long heat wave and the shift of a cold front was in the air. Still, an overcast day is one of my favorite kinds for raking and hoeing a garden. You have a hot cup of tea to look forward to after the satisfaction of your labors. And the overcast emboldens the greens, I always think.
Garlic shoots, planted last October, were poking through the protective leaf mulch. We pulled the mulch away and hilled the new garlic slightly. Nearby tarragon poked through woody stalks from last year’s harvest. And the rhubarb is always so creepy yet beautiful as it bursts from the soil like red rubber balls that unfold into mad-scientist-like fronds with crinkly red edges.
We prepared the pea fences, the wire tunnels to protect spinach and beets, and weeded out the young dandelions. There are plenty more to harvest to sauté in olive oil and sprinkle with lemon and fleur de sel. A delicious accompaniment for fish.