rhizomes

The garlic is scaping and I trim the elegant tips off of it so that the energy can go back down to the bulbs, still buried deep in the earth. We make a pizza out of them: whole wheat crust, tomatoes, mozzarella, olive oil. Another pizza gets kale and sheep's feta. While the dough is rising, John and I go for a walk with Girl. He's plowed paths in the field so that the grass and weeds rise high on either side of us. Only, while walking through the fields the weeds lose their monotonous appearance. In their place are yellow and purple wild flowers I've never seen before. Some look like orchids, others like pineapples. When we get back to the house, I look down at what I thought were more weeds and see thousands of tiny wild strawberries, ripe and red, just behind the dark green leaves. As many as we can pick, there are still many more handfuls to gather in the coming days, to be eaten with labne and honey.