Includes snow-covered celery.

This, thanks to erratic temps. Plus ten one day, minus twenty the next. Rain, snow, heatwave, snow. The poor plants haven’t known quite what to do. Up, down, die, live?  It’s been all happy confusion. In fact, until recently I was still [amazingly] snipping the odd bit of greenery—arugula, parsley, thyme, celery leaf.

Alas, I think the foraging party may be over. Seems the gardening season has finally, officially, and abruptly, come to some sort of pause.