New Onions Growing in the Ground
When I walked outside early this morning the air smelled of new onions - sweet and sharp and earthy. Fresh, like spring.
I told you I live in onion country, right? The fields that surround this little town are full of onions, some 20,000 truckloads worth on a good year, in addition to some corn and wheat and mint. But mostly it's onions. I rode my bike to the coffeeshop, loving the tiny bit of moisture in the morning air and the fragrance it carried. By noon the air is always dust-dry.
This weekend I'll be in Portland, where I hear spring is making a more riotous entrance. I guess that's the good thing about those rainy winters - luxurious, beautiful springs and summers. And then there's the Farmers Market, Stumptown, good friends new and old, and maybe some nice single-malt scotch. It should be a real fine time.