Sometimes, no all the time, while on my walking path, I get things-to-do in my head.
The list is long and sometimes I wonder if I will ever manage them all.
I tell you, it really doesn't matter if I do or don't.
I think it is a game I play with myself.
My brain never stops chatting to me.
Our little estate is covered with wild crow garlic.
Hence, I harvest a little ever year as needed for salads.
But this year year I found this recipe and couldn't stop thinking about it while walking around and around.
When the beautiful little white flowers grow out of the cluster of bulbs that form at the top of a green shoot, you know there is a tiny dime-size bulb underground.
The onion fragrance so powerful.
Sunday, I harvested.
All parts are edible and so I pickled all parts.
Must wait 3 weeks to sample.
Now, I'm off for my walk where I will be thinking about the next thing-to-do.