If you squint, the forests around us trick you into thinking it’s fall and not spring. The new leaves and buds and pollen anthers and blossoms are all quite colorful (and even if the color is green there are so many different gradients). It’s the dogwoods that stand out now: usually they’re understory trees and quite often they’re found at the edge of a stretch of trees. I like seeing their pillows of white.
It’s spring, though, because my eyes are itchy.
My friends have found plenty of morels, but so far I have come up empty. Wild asparagus is easily had, and we’re not tired of it yet.
It’s quite a nice time of year to go out for a walk, and even nicer to take a long bike ride (no bugs in the teeth). Of course I need to make the time to do both, but…riding to go forage fits the bill. As long as I remember to take my allergy medication first, that is.
(Next up: Greenhouse #3!)