Wild garlic is in flower in the green belt around the creek; creeping up under the trees, and venturing into the flower bed that slopes down behind the pool. The scent is a gentle, mild, garlicky breeze, more a memory than a pungent dish. The flowers are the California version of our English bluebells.
I have yet to discover the name of these flowers. They start as mounds of clover-like green leaves, very early in the year--and then sprout these beautiful, acidic-green, fivepetaled flowers on tall, delicate stalks.
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