By the time the trees leaf out, I have already tired of summer. May leaves me listless after all those blooms, preparing for the truly hot days and eyeing the green nervously--that green that stole me away from parsing sentences each year and the secret freedom of sharpening a pencil in the back of the room. The asparagus and the rhubarb arrive just as I've descended into full-fledged mourning, and I spend a couple of weeks protesting the coming of the leaves, filling my house with lilacs and reading Whitman and pretending the early blooms haven't gone, that the first peonies won't arrive for another few days. These stolen spring weeks are all rhubarb to me: all that is sour, all that is sweet. The green is coming, most assuredly, the peonies already here. But today for breakfast butter and flake give way to the sort of sour that also is sweet, the sort of sour that also is sweet.
Regarding rhubarb galettes, the making of, Lily has the sort of recipe one might follow if one were a follower of recipes. I recommend buying enough rhubarb for two. My darlings, you're going to need two.
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Rhubarb and Asparagus - constant companions at every meal these days (although not together). White asparagus has me weak at the knees. But I too was a little melancholy this weekend when I rode my bike down my favourite "blossom street" only to see them tumbling to the ground.
Mmm, rhubarb - I made some this weekend!
Oh, it's the green and the hot that I adore.
lilacs, lilacs! purple ones or white ones? joe's boutonniere was white ones.
In California summer is the thing that soaks any mold out of your bones and prepares you for when the rains begin again. But on the East Coast I used to feel the incipient heat and just know that soon a gnat was going to fly up my nose.
Love post my dear
As much as I love spring, I admit to a serious fondness for summer. As a kid, I used to go sit in the car with a blanket in spring, to simulate the serious heat of summer. I think I have cold bones.
happy rhubarbing, milkmaid.
tickled pink at the rhubarbian nod.
also, i have a painting in my show called "rhubarb eater." thought you should know.
and i know what you mean about the anxiety of summer coming on...that's especially acute here in the desert where spring is so spectacular and summer is so overwhelming, so punishing in its intensity. what a beautiful post.
xo
makes me cheeks twinge.
well, i guess i can see your side, but only a little. and only cause you presented it so eloquently.
lily too. if i lived where you lived, spring would likely be my favorite.
(no, not really)
sigh.
spring is my most favorite season as well.. (though these days it feels more like fall!)
im going to have to give this rhubarb recipe a go.. yum
God, I love rhubarb. And your amazing mind.
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