(in no particular order)
1. bizarrely shaped packages
2. bizarrely shaped packages that have bizarrely shaped vegetables inside.
(Those are asparagus crowns. I guess I was surprised, because “crowns” implies something different than rooty brown things that look like squids.)
(Did you know it takes three years before the squids yield asparagus for the table? The table-top asparagus spear is actually a whole big ferny, fruiting plant that was cut off in its crisp and delicious prime. For the next three years, Bill and I are on strict orders to let the ferny bits grow undisturbed by gastronomic inclination, before sneaking in springtime of 2013 to FINALLY cull sprouts from the herd. Strictly for the record, I could make a two-year-old in that much time.)
(Ok, almost enough about asparagus, but each crown needs to be buried 12 inches deep. Which required a lot of digging. And since 12 inches of dirt is what typically stands between chiggens and the worms they dream about day in and day out, asparagus planting day looked like this. And this. Extremely good, that afternoon.)
3. regularly shaped vegetables:
(I planted 13 tomato plants. It was so sunny last Saturday, and my mother did NOTHING to discourage me. I wander around outside and read their tags: black cherry and red currant, brandywine and pineapple and summer chocolate. Besotted with them, I am.)
4. new dresses.
(for it is spring!! Spring-enough, in fact, to picture the the Saturdays of April, May, June, July and August where you can slip out of bed and into a sundress.)
(It’s very true that I sort of lost my mind this week– it started with that good looking thermos and went downhill. I’m wearing this one to my shower (it’s GLORIOUS in person, and I swear it smells like nutmeg and also did you see these SEQUINS. oy.) and this one, that I have no good excuse for. Except that it promised me that I could be wearing nothing better when I ride my bike to the farmers market every Sunday from now to forever. Also, pockets.)
<<Dresses from here and fabulous here. The latter is one to whom I had sort of pledged undying, blog-reading, dress-buying allegiance to BEFORE I knew her packages arrived looking like this. delicious.>>