Des vertus savoy cabbage in the sun on Saturday
My world is white now: white, and ice-covered. I swear, though, that half the reason I am a vegetable gardener is because of the undeniable beauty of the produce itself. I cannot help but think that humble savoy cabbage above is as beautiful as the most fussy and pristine tea rose. Or maybe it’s just me: I do have a vested interest in how beautiful that cabbage becomes, after all.
This lovely cabbage, incidentally, was destined for the turkeys and geese. It never headed up completely so it stayed in the garden, unharvested, until this morning: I pulled it, shook the snow off of it, and put it in their pen, whole, with the roots attached. I am not sure if they liked its beauty but they did agree that some pretty things taste good too.