Experimenting with Gardens and Croissants

This is my first Spring in this location, bringing with it many new outdoor delights. Little flowers whose names I do not know, along with daffodils and lilies of the valley, poked up no thanks to me through the carpet of unraked oak leaves, whispering that winter was only a dream. I cleared a little plot close to the house, the "upper plot," and renewed the soil, planting lettuces, spinach and chard, and hoping against hope I will not merely end up feeding the rabbits in the area. We'll see. And I got a whole big tray of pansies for $5 at the farmer's market. These are modest actions indeed in this neighborhood graced by some of the most spectacular gardens I've ever seen, but they bring me joy nonetheless. I thought for a moment I'd turned into my mother as I was digging to the bottom of the compost box, feeling its heat and strewing the beautiful soil at the bottom on the "lower plot." Yup, as the t-shirt of one of my Edmonton friends proclaims "I compost, therefore I am." Pictures of that experiment (if anything comes up) to follow.

Recent indoor culinary experiments represent something old and something new: Swedish Butter Strips and Croissants, little tiny ones not the big sandwich makers The Lost Norwegian said I should make. I made them for coffee hour yesterday and brought none home. Given it's supposed to hit 92 today, I do not think I shall be turning the oven on! On the other hand I could sit down by my two little garden plots and probably listen to things growing.