Some women give birth, real birth.
Me? I grow things. I grow lots of things. And here, in Northern California, it’s finally spring. It’s starting to act that way at least. It was a long and wet winter (I’m not complaining, mind you, we need the water)… but it was loooong. Then the spring has been cool. We had a warm patch, but it’s been raining lately. So, my whole garden is behind.
But today…. ah… today I began the harvest in earnest. I’ve had bits of this and that (kale, lettuce, a carrot). And I did get overrun by artichokes last week and ended up making 7 1/2 pints of marinated artichoke hearts (more on that another day). But today? Today I harvest my first onions.
Just look at these beauties!
There is a strange thrill that comes from bringing in a crop. I have these onions (Stockton Reds in case you were wondering), on a window screen, getting air. They will harden up for a few days – their outer layers will get papery, and then I will braid the stalks, and figure out where to keep them. Unfortunately, come July I won’t have anywhere cool for them to hide. But by July, they may all be gone. Or maybe I will learn how to pickle ‘em!