After I opened the coop door to let my hens out this morning, I strolled through my garden to see what fresh growth I could harvest for my breakfast menu. We received such a nice steady rain all day yesterday, so all vegetation glistened with water droplets and happiness and contentment exuded from every corner of the garden. I pulled several stalks of rhubarb to partner with strawberries for sauce with mint sprigs for garnish, green onions and flat-leaf parsley for an omelet, and some chives with blooms that hadn't burst open to add a pretty spot of color on each plate.
Spring, summer, and fall never cease to amaze me. Each week, there is a new sprout or a fresh bloom. As some reach their peak and begin to fade, different varieties are waiting in the wings to take their place at center stage. The smallest most delicate ones are my favorites. They are ones that can be so easily missed without a conscious decision to slow down to notice.