I hope everyone has recovered from the sweat and skank and sex of last week’s posts! I had to take to mah faintin’ couch, I was so overcome. When I came to, it was Spring in the Illinois Valley, serious weather moodswings and all the weird hail, snow, wind, rain…and then, suddenly, the trees are beginning to bud and bloom and I got the Easter gift of tulipa tarda blossoming under my dining room windows.
I will now commence with the blathering.
The thing I love most about Spring is the element of surprise. If you are a careless gardener (me), it’s always a crapshoot, these early days – watch what you hoe, Cochise – what looks like a dead piece of stick one day will suddenly push forth chartreuse shoots the next –what is it? Who knows? I always mean to do a chart of what I planted in the fall . Of course, I always mean to learn Mandarin, too. Uh huh… Nothing scented is up – it’s a chilly spring so the buds and beds are taking their sweet time – it’s actually nice to watch Spring sloooowly unfurl itself, rather than racing up through the dry ground and dying in 36 hrs, as it does when it warms up too fast. The one scent I am getting a LOT of is…frog. Yes. Lots of frog. I should bottle that and send it to March.
The weather is still too mercurial for complicated scents; I’m loving those quiet, relaxed irises and lilies of the valley – heck, I almost forgot! It’s time to break out En Passant. Perfect for a blustery day, with a glass of white wine and a baguette toasting in the oven and a bowl of lilacs on the kitchen counter…yum! Whenever I try to wear this in winter it brings up my lunch a little – maybe the forced-air heat? On a rainy, 50F day, it’s just perfect.
Speaking of food Victoria started a lemming for one of my favorite Spring dishes – lemon scented risotto with asparagus – absolutely divine. And garlic scapes! I wait all year for Lyn’s crop – like asparagus, they are a harbinger of Spring – and they make a great soup, with toasted croutons and a little shaved Gruyere. Oh, I’m droooooling. Could we make a perfume from that? I would wear it, I swear!
So what says Spring to you? Perfumewise, foodwise, flower, whatever. I know we’ve done this before but it’s always fun to see what it means to others. Where I live right now, it’s frogs and the Annual PuppySpitOutTheToad Day (he’s still young – the toads just laugh as they hop away)