Things are looking up around here.My flowers are starting to bloom, which means I can pretty much have a fresh bouquet of flowers in the house from now until fall. I do love to have a vase of flowers on the coffee table.
The strange brown object in the lower right corner of the flower shot? That would be Molly, our chocolate Lab's, nose. She likes to inspect anything brought into the house and give it her stamp of approval.
The wild violets are in bloom. We have wild violets bordering our property, and I enjoy seeing them come into bloom each spring.
I noticed the wild Jack in the Pulpits are up through the soil and starting to develop their amazing blossoms. I'll be photographing some of those for you before long, and then it'll be time for the Lady Slippers....
And....the bluebirds are still here! I was all but certain they'd left the nesting box. I even tapped on the box lightly last Friday but no one came to the door. I announced to Ken they were surely gone, and to lessen my grief I turned my attention to the arrival of the hummingbirds.
Then, on Saturday, lo and behold, I glanced out the pantry window and spotted the bluebirds. They seemed to be setting up the little crib, laying in a stock of Pampers and formula, in general getting ready for the arrival of their little family.
And finally, as if my joy could not possibly grow, today I found some fresh fiddleheads while grocery shopping.
We love fiddleheads. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, they're an edible fern which grows in the Northeast and, perhaps, elsewhere.
Fiddlehead season is a season to celebrate. Fiddleheads, steamed and served with a dab of butter and a little vinegar, are absolutely delicious.
I paid an arm and a leg for this pound of fiddleheads ($4.50), but I couldn't help myself. Several years ago when I was driving up to central Maine to spend a Saturday with my mother, I spotted a sign at someone's driveway: "Fiddleheads, 75¢ a pound." I bought five pounds and should have bought twenty.
One of my big dreams in life is to discover the location of a batch of wild-growing fiddleheads. So far, I've had no luck. Folks who've found fiddleheads keep the location a secret. I don't really blame them.
I haven't told Ken we'll be having fresh fiddleheads for supper. I want to surprise him.
Hi Jean..I am so tickled that you have your Bluebirds back!!
ReplyDeletemake my mouth water why don't ya.....you would think after eating as many fiddleheads as I did growing up that I would never want to see one again!! They grew all over my parents property up in The County (Aroostook that is). We picked, cleaned and froze then!! Hope you enjoyed!!
Love the photo of your flowers with you dogs nose, cute : }
I hope your going to make it through the Bluebird family thing hahaha!!
never heard of fiddleheads...interesting. love your spring flowers.
ReplyDeleteAll ferns grow through a stage of fiddle heads. Which variety can you eat?
ReplyDeleteI'd never heard of fiddleheads. They look rather odd, but I'll take your word on their tastiness.
ReplyDeleteThe flower arrangement is beautiful...the best ones come from one's own garden I believe. I am glad Molly checks out "stuff" for you. Top security is a must! I would love, love, love a big helping of fiddleheads...in butter. I shall have to see if the local Hannaford has any..and they are worth whatever I have to pay for them. Now I am hungry...
ReplyDeleteYummy Fiddleheads!! Hoping to find some when I go shopping tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteWe have something called warabi that looks very much like your fiddleheads. My husband's family used to eat that all the time. I can't remember eating them, but my husband loves them. Wow! They are expensive though.
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