Sunday brunch. Spinach and asparagus strata, oven baked french toast with wild blueberries. Ripe tomatoes and avocados, a big bowl of fragrant strawberries, and runny and or smelly cheeses.
8 adults, 2 seventy pound Labs, 1 baby and flowers in the house. In the very small house.
Who said we can't do it all? Not me.
After a week of May temperatures our garden and neighborhood are full of April flowers. In March.
"Found while walking": local lilac just on the verge of full blown fragrance.
This is when you wish you had the scratch and sniff app, no?
And from the backyard, 3 weeks early, Korean spice viburnum. The stuff dreams are made of.
Local cherry, the last of, our own mini Cherry Blossom festival.
The sweetest of the sweet, muscari, hellebore and brunnera, aka false forget me not.
I don't think anyone at brunch looked up and saw this vase full. All eyes were on their plates or the baby. mostly the baby :-)
So until now this was my little secret.
And one more flower, a perfect camellia bloom picked just before the rains came.
Wow, is this what happens when the world is about to end and seasons collide?
What's in your house and garden? Any tomatoes yet?
xo Jane
P.S. Sorry, I had to whip Mr. Linkey into shape here. Let's try this again.
