Ramps in early spring. UWExtension In April, my friend Laura brought me some ramps—not just parts, but the entire plant, broad, smooth leaves, small, shallot-size bulbs, roots and all. I know she wouldn’t go out in the local forest preserves and dig them up, foraging or poaching, depending upon your perspective. So where did she get them? Her CSA has begun growing them. Because they were intact, neither of us ate them, but planted them in our respective gardens, watered them in well, and are hoping for the best. I did remember to mark where I’d put them, luckily, because the leaves soon faded away and disappeared, as happens with many species of spring ephemerals. I’ve never eaten ramps that I know of, though I hear they’re delicious. I know where they grow, at several undisclosed locations, but they are on forest preserve land, and a strict no-poaching policy is in place. As such I would not go harvesting against the rules, partly because, as a volunteer steward, I have engaged to fol...
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Thanks for asking. I am back to blogging regularly, though probably not on a regular schedule. I had a grant-funded job for awhile that kept me pretty busy, but now the grant is done, so it's back to part-time work; which means more time for gardening and blogging until something else comes along.
I knew exactly what room I was in when I saw that Rothko painting. I have a reproduction of a closely related Rothko in those same oranges and yellows hanging in my dining room. :-) -Jean
Thanks for stopping by.
In regards to birds, as a friend of mine said the other day, if you know bird songs, you can keep doing your garden work and still know who's around.
And Rothko: A happy coincidence--I started looking for an image of one of his red-based paintings, but the orange spoke to me this time. "Red," the play about him, is pretty good.