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Spring is sprung

Well, maybe. Fingers crossed. After thinking nothing but China China China, it occurs to me to look out my window at Town Hall and remember just where on the planet I am. Readers of this blog (it pleases me to hear from people who check in here regularly, by the way, so do drop me a line) might like to know that daffodils are starting to bloom in Great Barrington, and though the trees will be bare for more than a month, the grass is green and the nubby violet plants are starting to put out leaves. When I see them, I think of the first year I was here. I was invited to a birthday party in April, just about now, for a older and wealthy woman whom I barely knew. What to bring? Coming from California, and not knowing the flora of this area at all, I somehow thought of spring violets as an appropriate gift. I went to a nursery and asked if they had any potted violets. The nurseryman looked at me as if I were mad, but he explained kindly that although he had no violets there were some attractive hyacinths…. Within a couple of weeks, the lawns everywhere around were covered in violets. How foolish I felt!

This year, with a sustainability project in progress, I’ve taken to gathering spring weeds. We had a wonderful salad of garlic mustard and dandelions the other day. Now that I think about it, violets are edible, too: I could have tossed in a few leaves.

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