Are you familiar with Egyptian Walking Onions? They are otherworldly!
The “babies” grow from clusters of bulbs (they look like garlic bulbs) at the top of sturdy stems. I imported mine from Patucci in Providence a few years ago and they’ve been going strong ever since.
I use them instead of Green Onions or Chives.
I always enjoy making the Table of Contents for my A-Z Challenges, to see all the month’s trucks in one visual:
This year, the stay-at-home mandate year, I lucked out that I’d found almost all the letters before my last commute on 3/19. K was the only letter I was lacking, and it’s a very common letter on truck back ends. My photo archive came through on that one, but I had to dig deep!
Next year, who knows if I will be able to do this particular A-Z subject matter. Who knows when I’ll be driving in to work again. If the office opened tomorrow, I wouldn’t be comfortable going in just yet. I sit on the other side of a “short” wall from a co-worker that coughs all day long (allergies) and I certainly don’t want to be on her receiving end.
Hope everyone is staying safe, and practicing safe habits during this crazy time.
Until A-Z 2021, I’m exiting the trucks for a rest stop. Now taking up a weekly photo challenge with Nancy Merrill Photography
I was going to write about the California Poppies, but I posted about them three weeks ago for this same Challenge series on another blog (so I wouldn’t interrupt the Truck Alphabet).
Spring itself is very elusive here in Southern California. One day it’s rainy and “cold” (50F), the next the sun is blazing and it’s 90F. Which is perhaps why locals go so crazy for the poppies — they are such an overt display.
Instead, here are this year’s Spring weeds in my back yard as they look now:
How they looked a month ago:
Every year a different weed reigns supreme (and gets mowed by the gardeners every two weeks). This was the year of that yellow flower, which I haven’t yet identified. (A member of the dandelion family? Edible?)
I came across a post about making a Pressed Floral Journal Quarantine Herbarium, which I’d like to do with my backyard weeds. (I’m calling them weeds because they’re not grass. I’m NOT complaining! Grass lawns are stupid for my climate). I may have missed my window of opportunity this year, though there are still a few growing in the shady spots.