Tuesday, April 2, 2013
It's that time of year again. Snippety, snippety, snip, snip, SNIP!
The dandelion in the middle of the chives has been mocking me for years.
It is gone, now.
I feel better.
I wouldn't mind a lawnful of dandelions, though. Instant salad and wine. The best thing about a long ago relationship was the lawn of his father's house, in the countryside of France, near Geneva. Full of dandelions, dead nettle, salad burnet and thyme.
The chives have now been divided and live back in the coal scuttle with new potting soil, and in smaller, terra cotta pot. I have not tasted them yet. A couple more weeks.