It's been nice being home this spring, close to my own garden, instead of in someone else's. I've planted things on time, and kept up with strawberry picking. My truck worked for about two hours this week, and it just so happened that my woodchuck was caught in the hav-a-hart trap right in the middle of those two hours, so he and I were able to take a little drive together.
Matt and I have made elderberry cordial, and then made it again, the second time with the flowers from a schoolyard Sambucus canadensis instead of Sambucus nigra. The canadensis batch tastes like insanely sweet lemonade, while the nigra batch tastes like ambrosial nectar that fairies concocted. Do you think this has to do with the species?
We also made cream cheese for the first time, and we've foraged dryad's saddle and oyster mushrooms, which we ate, and Ganoderma tsugae, which we dried to brew medicinal teas with. I've hiked up on the ridge, to the Big Puddle, and watched Toad Wars - which involves toads, croaks, and wrestling - whenever I've felt like it. Along with having more time to work on art, these are the things I was really looking forward to when I closed my business, and for now, I'm soaking up every minute.