The endless winter is close to ending.
There will be one or two more rainy days Monday and Tuesday, and fingers crossed, that will be the last.
And, on the upside, LOOK.
I planted two artichoke plants in the front yard about three years ago. The first two years, I got nuttin'. In fact, they died off in the hot summer sun, only to resurrect, Phoenix-style, once the rain started again. So maybe I DO like rain.
This year, for the first time, there are small fist-sized (my small fist) buds right on top, one on each plant. And there are a couple of babies nestled in the leaves, ready for their shot at the big time.
I don't know how successful this crop will be. One 'choke looks like it wants to open already, so they're probably not getting any larger. But I am enormously happy!
Growing your own artichokes? That's better than corn. That's better than celeriac. It might not be better than sardines, but my sardine crop has been a bust.