First Harvest

Spent some time outside yesterday afternoon; took down the fencing around the daylily bed, began the unending job of gathering fallen wood to burn and began poking under the straw covering some of the flowerbeds. Looks like some healthy looking iris and also some sedum made it through the winter OK. I didn't want to uncover too much, it's still a little early.

Then, as I walked past the herb garden on the south side of the house, I saw this little guy surprisingly and rather proudly displaying himself:



It might be kind of hard to make out, but that's chives, and apparently it's a pretty hardy perennial herb. It's amazing how the tiniest hint of green can make you feel renewed. The Promise of Spring indeed.


I brought a little in (snipped with the herb shears that were a Christmas gift from Martha, thank you again, Martha) and Carrie put it into her homemade version of 'Top the Tater'. Yumm!



Now this morning it's raining a hard, cold, slanting, almost winter-y rain. Even though it's not quite April yet, I'm reminded that T.S. Eliot nailed it when he wrote: "April is the cruelest month..."