salad days

Remember Cleopatra in Anthony and Cleopatra? I thought of her just now as I cut salad for our dinner tonight.

My salad days,
When I was green in judgment: cold in blood,
To say as I said then! But, come, away;
Get me ink and paper:
He shall have every day a several greeting,
Or I’ll unpeople Egypt.

Our salad has two kinds of kale, blood-red sorrel, and some whisps of fennel. When I see all the sprouting lettuces, broad beans, shallots, and herbs in the garden right now, I’m glad to be green in judgement — though not, I hope, cold in blood.



4 thoughts on “salad days”

  1. Oh, you are a naughty, unkind woman! You know very well that there are still patches of SNOW – and flakes falling daily – here in Ottawa. It will be some time yet before Madame Nature sees fit to bring forth the edibles.

    Count me green(less) with envy.

  2. We could still have snow, I think. But of course I hope not! And yes, Ottawa is c-o-l-d. My son and new daughter-in-law drove us out to Kingsmere where we walked around in deep snow to see his “ruins”. (We had only a few days, fully-packed, in Ottawa, but next time I’d love to get together for coffee…)
    And thank you, Orwell1627. I sometimes think that everything that ever needs to be said has already been said by WS. I was watering a newly-potted rue the other day and (of course) thought, Oh, wear your rue with a difference. And every fall, our orchard is full of bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang…

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