Here in southwestern British Columbia, we keep having brief flurries of snow that melt in an hour or two. Yesterday, as Mother and I walked in the wild, big flakes were falling. She pointed at stubby, ruffly shoots not yet blanketed in white.
"It's almost time." "For?" I squinted. "Oh, you mean lasagne." "Right." Every year, to celebrate spring, we pick young nettles and layer them into a riccotta lasagne. Delicious. Heat kills the sting but not the flavor. Paige Paige Woodward pa...@hillkeep.ca Alpenpix, the image gallery of Alpine-L http://botu07.bio.uu.nl/temperate/?gal=alpenpix _______________________________________________ Alpine-l mailing list Alpine-l@science.uu.nl http://mailman.science.uu.nl/mailman/listinfo/alpine-l
