I am about to leave the house en route to the woods of northern Manhattan. Yes, we have them. Woods.
Clare (a fellow South African), Pritha and I will be looking for field garlic and watching out for young poison ivy. And picnicking.
I have no idea what to expect, actually. It's a late-spring; at least, later than last year. And yesterday the pear blossoms started to pop. Just a little. Actual white showing from the buds. Tomorrow they will open, in 50'F weather. I hope to find the spicebush in bloom, as above - that was March 24th, last year.
Dicentra cucullaria - Dutchman's breeches
I have a small picnic. Cucumber sandwiches on soft and entirely unwholesome white bread. Chicken liver mousse. Crackers.
And gin and tonic to celebrate the first real foraging outing of the year. Of course I have ice.