Monday, 17 August 2009

Harvest

Straight from my plot and the hedgerow that runs around the perimeter fence. The raspberries can wait til breakfast tomorrow, but I'm just stewing the apples and elder and blackberries and the house smells wonderful. They've made a rich dark juice that tastes divine and I wish I could bottle enough of it to somehow send you all a taste.

The harvest has been good so far. Must be the generosity of rain we've had this year. 

I always worry about my crops in the bad weather, as if they might not like the wind thrash, the bake of sun or sudden violent downpours. I joke about how they all seem to perk up when it rains, how they prefer the real thing rather than water from the tap. Well, it seems like everything is growing just fine.