Saturday, March 24, 2012

Pear blossom

A four block radius near home, and we are covered in pear blossom, with its dusty white scent.

Regardles of the month (usually April), pear blossom means that field garlic (Allium vineale) is ready. So that is where we'll be: in the woods of Inwood, looking of our annual pickle supply. Hopefully we'll find good garlic mustard (Alliaria petiolata), too.

And then we'll come, whee whee whee, all the way home on the A train. To eat a supper of roasted onions and spare ribs, with a side of intense greens. With war stories of foraging at Manhattan's northern tip, high above the wide Hudson River.


  1. The Vineale looks spectacular this year in the woods.

  2. Every last one of the Bradford pears planted all over our neighborhood and all throughout town were felled or horribly disfigured by the October snowstorm. I never liked them, but now I find I am missing their early white blossoms everywhere.

    It looks like most survived in NYC.

  3. Frank - superfat.

    Laurrie - that wet snowfall was hit and miss, here. But many trees were damaged. It amazes me that they are still planted as new street trees. They crash so predictably. But right now, yes, I love them.

  4. Oui, oui, oui, we found field garlic. The mustard will be for next time. Now, about those war stories...


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