I was not absolutely sure I believed Chef David when he came inside from his run earlier today and announced last year’s Italian parsley appears to have overwintered in our frozen Vermont soil, and is coming back. I’ll be damned, I said a little later on in the afternoon when I crouched down to inspect it.
And so we shall have parsley again this summer without planting the seeds. Elsewhere around our home and town this weekend were other palpable signs of spring, and of Easter, and a reminder here and there that springtime in Vermont is also known as Still Winter. But it must finally relent and yield to the nearness of our hemisphere to the sun.