One of my favorite morning activities is walking through the garden discovering what’s bloomed then cutting a basket full of flowers to become a bouquet. Focusing solely on colors, textures and scents quiets my mind while the warming sun and cooling breeze brushing my skin soothes my HSP spirit.
Mother Nature offers this gentle good morning to anyone taking time to appreciate her splendid gifts. Try meditating while creating a morning bouquet and see how you feel. Refreshed? Focused? Rewarded? At peace? Grateful?
A bit overly ambitious this morning, I now have three bouquets to grace my kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. How I love this time of year!
If you’re wondering about aspergrass see my recent post “Did you say Aspergrass?” Since my asparagus is still producing and I’ve wanted to try some new recipes, the Asparagus and Cheese Tart starred brunch today. After making some slight adjustments to suit my taste (noted below) this recipe is a fave:
I grilled some of the asparagus (as depicted in the photo) then blanched the rest according to the recipe. I also:
Increased the lemon zest from 1/2 tsp. to 3/4-1 tsp.
Increased the shallot from 1 tbl to 1 whole shallot
Used 3/4 cup each of shredded fontina and gruyere cheeses
Reduced the extra-virgin olive oil to 1 tsp.
For an interesting dimension, put 1 drop of carmelized balsamic on a bite at eating time.
If you love asparagus, try this recipe and let me know if it’s made it’s way to your favorites too!
Brunch consisted of herbal ice tea, the asparagus tart, fresh greens from the garden with lemon olive oil and kosher salt, (homegrown tomatoes are not ready yet), and uncured bacon. Yes, I am still a carnivore.
No surprise to me, this inspirational sentiment about a garden’s virtues. What is surprising though, is that it was written by the Persian poet Saadi who lived more than 700 years ago. Can you imagine the beauty he beheld then, before industry dominated our planet? If I find a garden breathtaking now, I wonder what it was like for Saadi to see? Could it have been even more beautiful…more uplifting, more astonishing than the way it fills my heart now?
Knowing it takes three years to harvest, I delayed growing asparagus for decades. Three years ago it was now or never. I didn’t really know what I was doing but, as usual, I learned a lot in the process. Now, I’ve been harvesting spears for the last six weeks and more keep coming!
Asparagus Tips (Inedible) and Tidbits…
In America, asparagus is often pronounced aspergrass or aspirin grass.
Asparagus is a member of the lily family.
Packed with vitamins and nutrients, asparagus is deemed the King of Vegetables. Plants comprise a crown of rhizomes and lateral roots, and a tall, frilly fern.
Green asparagus is most common in America; white is common in Europe and essentially grown in the dark. Purple asparagus is sweeter and originated in Italy.
It’s suggested to grow 10 asparagus plants per person.
Asparagus can grow up to 7 inches in one day.
Harvesting ranges from 2 to 12 weeks.
Plants can produce for up to 30 years!
Curved spears? Check for insect damage or be careful when cutting adjacent stalks.
Revered since the first century, Egyptians offered asparagus to the gods; a 16th century Arabian love manual contained an asparagus recipe for stimulating erotic desires. Roman Emperor Augustus’ soldiers transported asparagus in speedy chariots to ice caves in the Alps so it could be freezed for later use.
Smelly urine after eating asparagus? It’s because our bodies convert asparagusic acid into sulfur-containing chemicals (although not everyone detects the odor).
A cold salad vinaigrette of Belle d’Argenteuil asparagus appeared on the menu for first class Titanic passengers before sinking in April 1912.
Two species of asparagus — A. fallax and A. nesiotes are endangered in the Canary Islands.
1600s slang pronounced asparagus as sparagus which evolved to sparagrass and then sparrowgrass.
Asparagus Culinary Ideas (Edible)
I love to cook and I’m looking for creative ways to prepareə-ˈspar-ə-gəs. I understand that in China, asparagus is candied as a special treat but I have yet to find the recipe. How do you eat asparagus?
Steamed and topped with burnt butter?
Grilled with olive oil and sea salt?
Wrapped in prosciutto?
Sprinkled with lemon zest and olive oil, or shaved parmesan cheese?
Postscript: I baked the asparagus fries tonight and they aren’t for me.
I talk a lot about one size doesn’t fit all, so that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t like them. I tend to like spicy. I tried a Tempura dipping sauce and although that livened them up a bit, this recipe will not appear in my favorites.
Reading a snippet about feeling awkward around kids reaffirmed there is nothing wrong with those who feel uncomfortable around children. Perhaps you have no experience with kids. Does your gut groan around pre-adolescents…looking for what to say? Have you purposely chosen to not father children but instead protectively care for plants, pets, or a project benefiting the planet?
Rather than judge or condemn, I respect those who live authentically. One size does not fit all. We are not meant to be experts at everything; some are better at some things than others, and sustaining that diversity honors all life. I respect individuality but believe all of us need nurturing in whatever form it may be as evidenced by Ralph Waldo Emerson‘s sentiments:
My joy is in a serene garden and when helping others. Over three decades, I have created three-season flowering gardens, beautiful landscaping for the natural environment, and deliciously fresh organic vegetables and herbs. It’s hard to say who was more nurtured in these activities — the plants or me — but, assuredly, the benefits were far-reaching.
Digging in the dirt…unearthing rocks, weeds, my thoughts turn to life’s struggles…times my heart was breaking and I did not see a way out, a reasonable solution, how to get past the pain of the moment. Not knowing what else to do, I dug in the dirt. I weeded. I carried rocks. Pails of small ones, and wheelbarrows of large ones until I ached. Ached so bad I could barely sleep but went back out and did it all over again the next day. And the next.
Unable to remove the boulder that was there, and would always be there like unresolved abysmal hurt, I tried to conceal it. Find a way around it. Moving on, I cultivated the impermeable soil to breathe and grow while filling my thoughts with affirmations and new perspectives. Taking time to nurture nature, nature began nurturing me.
If you’ve ever felt dishonored or abandoned, turn to nature. Love her. Honor her. Nurture her to soothe the soul. She is always there for you.
Take orphans — or any neglected children — into the garden. Create. Nurture. Love. Watch them grow.
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I hadn’t realized pollinator week is upon us but am acutely (and sadly) aware that most of the honey — even “organic,” is being reported to be contaminated with the glyphosate of Monsanto’s Roundup.
It’s pleasing to see more people interested in honeybee production but we need to do more — via planting and becoming more vocal — to help these bees stay busy and thrive. I’ve reblogged this post “All the Buzz about Bees” to see what you can do at home to help them.
It’s a busy time of year for everyone: spring gardening, spring cleaning, graduations, end-of-year award ceremonies, holiday travel, and a whole lot of other happenings.
My photo of article in Midtown magazine. Photo of bee on flower by Matt Williams.
I’ve been busy working on several upcoming article assignments, and that’s the reason for my lack of writing a recent blog post. So, I thought I’d share an article I wrote for the current issue of Midtown magazine. It’s on a subject that’s near and dear to my heart, pollinators, specifically honeybees (Apis mellifera). Their numbers have been declining due to several reasons, most notably Varroa mite infestation. There is encouraging news, though. Some local beekeepers are starting to see an increase in their colonies. What can home gardeners do to help? Read more about it in my mostrecent articleappearing in the May/June issue of Midtown…