It’s been a difficult week. There was compensation in a long walk, resulting in the image on the left. It’s wild garlic blossom. Each of the white buds is about the same size as the head on a matchstick and the crowd of buds and flowers just opening is growing from a single delicate stem. It’s standing in a tiny liqueur glass and a thimbleful of water. The engineering in this exquisite blossom is breathtaking.
I picked the flowerhead by accident when pulling wild garlic leaves in a wood. We later chopped up the leaves, fried them in butter and ate them as a topping on organic baked potatoes.
Foraged food tastes better.
Ann
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