Everything that grows around here is early by about a week.  I know that because the untamed and ill-groomed rosebush by our mailbox usually offers up its first bloom on our anniversary, but this year it jumped the gun.

In the 16 beds of the vegetable garden, food is getting easier and easier to find. The asparagus is over, but we’ve got plenty of salad lettuce now.  Yesterday’s harvest included strawberries, basil, and garlic scapes.  I picked a little parsley, too.

Zoe discovered the joys of fresh shell peas (the sugar snaps still have two weeks to go), helping herself to a little appetizer before our dinner: broccoli and linguine–with pesto, of course.