Lindsay, I wish I could post photos here. Today, as part of a work event, I spent time on a farm that has existed since the early 1800s. The original ice house was recently rebuilt, after being crushed by a falling tree. An amazingly strong little structure, impressive for so many reasons not least of which was the 20° difference in temperature from the entrance to the bottom. And there on the gravel floor, growing in a corner, was a 12" pokeweed. Starved for light, it look very much like the photo of your rhubarb here. I bet it would make an incredible pickle. I could have lingered in that space for much longer than the schedule permitted.
I wish you could post photos here too. And the cool air of an ice house. Your tenacious pokeweed quietly growing without photosynthesis reminds me of a story- my sister was at a ceramic shop in Charleston. At one point a woman emerged from the back of the shop and her coworker said, I wondered when you’d emerge from the storage room. You’ve been there so long, you’re like a white asparagus! We now call each other white asparagus when it’s time to go outside. Or now, a forced rhubarb, or a pokeweed. The humour in noticing!
What a wonderful idea that photo project is Lindsay! The book sounds like one that I would love too.
Your post has my mind racing with all sorts of ideas ... most of which will probably be forgotten once I rise from this chair. I must find time again for the creativity. xx
Amanda! I thought of you today as I walked past the most beautifully sculpted hedge. How is the garden in your part of the world? Think of all the stillness you achieve just by walking on your property. Heaven ( I imagine!)
Lindsay, I wish I could post photos here. Today, as part of a work event, I spent time on a farm that has existed since the early 1800s. The original ice house was recently rebuilt, after being crushed by a falling tree. An amazingly strong little structure, impressive for so many reasons not least of which was the 20° difference in temperature from the entrance to the bottom. And there on the gravel floor, growing in a corner, was a 12" pokeweed. Starved for light, it look very much like the photo of your rhubarb here. I bet it would make an incredible pickle. I could have lingered in that space for much longer than the schedule permitted.
I wish you could post photos here too. And the cool air of an ice house. Your tenacious pokeweed quietly growing without photosynthesis reminds me of a story- my sister was at a ceramic shop in Charleston. At one point a woman emerged from the back of the shop and her coworker said, I wondered when you’d emerge from the storage room. You’ve been there so long, you’re like a white asparagus! We now call each other white asparagus when it’s time to go outside. Or now, a forced rhubarb, or a pokeweed. The humour in noticing!
Hah, so descriptive. At times, I fully embody the energy of the white asparagus!
Me too!
Adding: I sent the pic to you in Chat. Or Messages. Or whatever we call it here. :)
I bought that book as a treat last winter! It's so lovely and yes, a bit unweildly to read in bed. Thanks for the reminder to notice and be mindful.
Here‘s to unwieldy books in bed! So much funnier than a kindle 😍
Still.. sounds like a wonderful book. Really stopping and seeing.
I’ll remember “white asparagus “, when spending too much time in my basement studio😅
I love this time of year, all the renewal, hope and new shoots in the garden, rhubarb leaves so lush and fresh.
Will look into pickling ♥️
white asparagus do have their benefits! 🤍
Rhubarb - its such an exotic taste, I think. And pickled rhubarb? Goodness! Now there's something worth trying.
What a wonderful idea that photo project is Lindsay! The book sounds like one that I would love too.
Your post has my mind racing with all sorts of ideas ... most of which will probably be forgotten once I rise from this chair. I must find time again for the creativity. xx
Amanda! I thought of you today as I walked past the most beautifully sculpted hedge. How is the garden in your part of the world? Think of all the stillness you achieve just by walking on your property. Heaven ( I imagine!)
x
beautiful photos Lindsay!!