Just a note from the hills of WV. Jonn will not likely get any of this since he’s a carpet-bagger.
But this time of year two thing light up MY life.
The first is the humble ramp. This is a simple sort of flora that will clear your head. Consider every non-pepper spicy thing you’ve ever eaten, then add The Ramp. I dunno if it’s just a local thing, but I do know that over several decades here only a very few non-hillbillies knew the name.
Earlier today I was enjoying the scent of the wild onion. The Ramp is simply indescribable to the uninitiated.
Then there’s The Morell. Poems have been written about this one.
So, spring means something here on my geezer ridge.
YMMV
A few ramps and a few Morels in a skillet with a bit of real butter will change your life. If you can find them?
Up in the sticks of rural Vermont we went out every spring to get fiddleheads.
You are evil sir. The idea of a plate of morels with some diced/sliced ramps sounds really good…