Seriously, folks. Back to gardening.
This morning my long-suffering husband informed me that we had with real, local eggs for our Saturday omelet. (If you don’t know why he’s long-suffering, you haven’t read this morning’s post. It was supposed to be yesterday’s post, but some cyberspace hiccup delayed it.)
In honor of the eggs, I went to the basement for fresh vegies. (Yes, basement. More on this soon.) There’s not a lot to choose from at this season, but I did find enough fresh chard and carrots to do the trick. Along with a grating of jarlsburg cheese and a sprinkling of sunflower seeds, they made a truly luscious omlete.
Of course, the eggs were much (much) better than even the cage-free ones we can get at the store. Whenever I

The gardens of and flower parks of Keukenhof are full of concrete water fountains and attractive bulbs. Turnips got replaced by tulips and hyacinths have taken the place of the herbs in the garden. Millions of people come to Keukenhof Flower Park and garden every single year and most of them love visiting in the spring season.
