I almost missed these fiddlehead ferns, although they predictably appear each year among wild ginger and lily of the valley. I simply forgot to look for them until they surprised me on May Day. Fiddleheads are the pungency of spring, deep and hearty in the mouth. They are reminder that so much loveliness is ephemeral. To catch them when they are most edible, you must stand guard over the crispy brown stalks from mid April to May. They come and go in the blink of an eye, transforming overnight to feathery fronds. Knowing when is a gift: when to linger, when to take leave. So much hinges upon preciousness and fortuity.
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