It’s March, which means it’s that magical time when we can start harvesting one of my favorite vegetables: parsnips. They’re sweet now, having been through the winter, and so aromatic. But mostly they’re a vegetable fresh from the garden, something we haven’t seen for a few months.
We were able to get at the parsnips because we had a lovely thaw a couple days ago when just about all the snow melted completely away. Birds were singing, daffodils were poking out of the dirt, rivers of dirty water were flowing in the streets. It was beautiful.
Then we woke up to this:
So it was a good thing I snagged those parsnips the other day! As it was, all the neighbors were out helping each other push cars out of the intersection, clear the entries to the homes of our elderly neighbors, and get walks in shape for what we do a lot of here: walk. Teenagers are carrying shovels from house to house, area schools and even Syracuse University are closed. And the snow? Although it’s hiding a lot of food, it is still beautiful.