Without A Doubt
The baby (he’ll always be my baby, right?) is sleeping, the temperature is dropping, and I’m writing from the comfort of my bed (thank you, pillow top mattress!). It’s been a busy day, and a busy yet blissful weekend, and I’m beat. Not too beat to share some goodness from the weekend, though, before turning in for the night:
*The launch of the Asheville Wild Foods Market booth at the Asheville City Market did not disappoint. It was filled with edibles both known and unknown to me, not to mention a DayGlo orange wig-wearing master forager, who, upon request, break-danced right in the middle of the market thoroughfare. Just another glorious day in Asheville, folks.
*Spice bush bundles (I’ve never even heard of these!).
*Daylily tubers (never knew they were edible!).
*Also at the market, but at another booth, we picked up an American Hazelnut and a Nanking Cherry from Useful Plants Nursery.
*To-go treats from Dough (their food is stellar, every time), enjoyed with friends and their littles at Jones Park.
*Three little buddies, all in a row.
*Steak, fried eggs, mashed sweet potatoes (with butter, nutmeg, and maple syrup), and creamed spinach with our friends Mark and Maia and their boys, on their 11th anniversary.
*Sibling rivalry falls to the wayside when Harold and Maude are at rest.
Today I found a patch of ramps beside our creek, viewed scads of wild day lilies and violets all over the property, thrilled over the sight of emerging asparagus shoots and rhubarb leaves in the garden, and knew, without a doubt, that spring is really, truly, certifiably here. Amen to that, friends.
Tomorrow the dogs go to the vet for their annual check-up and Huxley goes to the pediatric dentist for the first time (fingers and toes seriously crossed he *enjoys* the experience!). It’s slated to be yet another busy day, so I’m hitting the hay.
Here’s hoping the week ahead is filled with health, happiness, and harmony, for you and yours, from me and mine.