Wednesday, 29 June 2011

The simple pleasure of filling a basket.















It looked like a jungle when we got there. So green after the rain.

The grass was swaying like long hair in the breeze. Every straight line of path, edging and fruit cage was bursting with stems on a mission to join hands with their neighbour, not caring if they were weed or hedge or vegetable.

Push lawn mower, clippers, secateurs. Trowel, hoe, fork. Cup of tea in the shade. Flowers, fruit, vegetables. The simple pleasure of filling a basket.