I did not go skiing yesterday in order to pick cherem sha -- two activities that are basically mutually exclusive. I was on my last day of lowland skiing, knowing today it would rain heavily. After a long, wonderful day of classic cross-country on snowy trails as well as nearly snow-barren ground that had been thick with snow through April, I broke through a snow bridge into a big puddle, and that was the end of my skiing. As I removed my skis and cleaned them up, I noticed green shoots poking out of the ground on the side of the trail -- was it? It was! --cherem sha, aka wild garlic, or ramps. I became so enthralled with my gathering that I almost missed the last bus back into town, leaving behind hugs patches of cherem sha.
|19 May 2017 on the Lesnaya sport ski trail (snow |
patch in distance). Snow retreats, wild garlic advances!
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