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April Showers Bring: A Flurry of Flowers
A wee while ago, I had occasion to plant some violas in pots, and as April sneaks up on us with the advancing spring they greet me with the morning sunshine.
It’s a cheerful sight to see when you come downstairs, little flowers illuminated like sunlit jewels in lemon yellows and purples and creams — and it certainly encourages you to step out and greet the day.
Hard to believe that just a few weeks ago these were a collection of neglected plants that had gotten forgotten in their trays over the winter.
And now look at them, glowing with color:
And so April showers bring a little bit of something to do the heart good (granted they were there when March was marching out, but now they’re here in April, too) — and yesterday even a small flurry of snowflakes, which just goes to show, you never can tell.
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Very pretty!
Thank you!
They certainly do encourage you to step out and greet the day!
Indeed they do! Even though it’s quite cold this morning, you still find yourself wanting to step out and enjoy the garden.
How do they go on a pizza?
Strange to tell, I’ve never thought to find out — I think the flowers are apparently supposed to be edible, but it’s never occurred to me to put it to the test.
They are edible, as are nasturtiums and marigolds, honeysuckle, and rose petals, and many more. Almost too pretty to eat, though. You can freeze single small flowers in ice cubes and then float in your adult beverages (very pretty). Jenny’s wedding cake was decorated with roses, and was beautiful.
All of the above (well, with the exception of the actual cake itself) get the enthusiastic endorsement of Mup and Nest, the two rabbits here, who remind me not to forget about dandelions and their leaves. Best salad ever!
And, as we know, there’s no idea so
daftbrilliant that somefoolgenius on the Internet somewhere hasn’t tried it, so here you go:The text accompanying the photo suggests: “Top pizza bases with ricotta, smoked salmon, rocket, and edible flowers.”
I surrender: Maestro Arahant, can I have spinach on mine instead?
Certainly, sir.
Live and let leaf, that’s my motto. (And thank you, kind sir.)
I saw A Flurry of Flowers open for the Lumineers before the ‘rona.
Electric lutes and violas?
That looks like a lovely flatbread with interesting and, I’m sure, tasty toppings. But it’s definitely NOT a pizza. Just not.
Individually, perhaps — well, with the possible exception of the salmon — but if it’s pizza people want, the sort of pizza that Puck (alias Robin Goodfellow, alias sundry others), for example, would have tucked into with relish (and not the pansy, nasturtian, or cilantro kind — well, maybe the pansies) …
Actually, some of those flowers look suspiciously like tagetes, which had a lovely lemony smell when I grew it, but I wouldn’t have thrown it on a pizza or flatbread of any kind.
You mean the same Puck who said “I’ll put a pizza round the earth in 40 minutes?”
Wasn’t it something like that?
That’s him!
Rocket? That’s Brit-speak for arugula. Could be arugula. Could be dandelion greens.
Think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumbered here while these pizzas did appear …
It’s that faery swill. I expect to wake up with a hangover, but not twenty years later.
Especially watch out if you find them bowling.
Nice photos.
Beautiful photos!
Thank you! I’d just gotten the batteries charged again and decided to take the camera for a spin.
Thank you very much! I’ll have to try and take more, now …
Dinnae they warn ye, dinnae touch faery food or drink? Ach, if tha’s the least bad of a knight oot in faery land, ye’re doing well! (Though we’re vergin’ intae Wee Free Men territory there — another fine book.)
I thought that was how we got here!
No, we went through the pizza grove.
Ah, and faded away into the forest dim. ’Tis often the way.
There should be warning figns up: