Follow My Weed
What a weird winter this has been. We've had an astonishingly low amount of snowfall -- at least in my little corner of northeast Ohio -- and the number of days with temperatures reaching into the 50s and higher has been abnormally high.
Mother Nature is seriously confused! While I'm used to seeing flower bulbs send up leaves as early as November around here, I am not used to seeing trees budding in February. And if you doubt that Spring has already sprung, take a look at this:
What's the big deal about eggs and toast? you ask? And I say, see those green things sticking out the end of my little one-egg omelet? That's chickweed.
Yeah, chickweed -- the first wild edible I can pick each year. Granted, you can usually find some when snow melts to expose the ground for a few days in winter, and this batch came from The Delighted Gardener's cold frame (so it was more protected). But what she gave me was a huge bundle of chickweed, grown large enough to start sporting flower buds.
While I'm just a little freaked out about the freaky winter -- wondering what it will do to this year's growing season, not to mention the timing of spring blossoms and all the pollinating insects needed to turn flowers into fruit -- I have to admit, I am really happy to be eating chickweed right now. It tastes so fresh, so green, so energizing, that I just can't get enough.
Spring? Yep, it's coming sooner than you think...