As good as it got this morning - sitting at the kitchen table in the semi-darkness, elevenses, lamps on, but looking across at a prize.
Just picked, rain drenched, the brightest thing on my plot except for optimistic weeds. I'd dripped and sloshed home with it, amazed that it was ready for picking, and with a huge bunch of rosemary sticking out of my rucksack so happily that it looked like it was ready to take root there. And I came home and spent the rest of the morning watching the rain, wondering how to get my writing back on track with another day indoors weighing heavy on me.
You know how it gets. Too much time indoors makes Annie Inkhaven a dull girl. All my creative work suffers and strains and I get cranky. Low on long walks and sky fresh and cobwebs combed away by the shushing of receding tides. I am missing it too much. Sick of seeing more wet shoes by the door. And of wearing the dependable raincoat yet again, it's not the same when you have to dress as if for an expedition.
But I take heart from seeing the purple broccoli that's pushed through snow and a big freeze and the water log afterwards, and I can't quite believe I just picked it.
And you know what? February is better than January already because I just ate home grown greens. And this is just the first of the crop!!
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your one vibrant spot in a field of grays and grays and more grays - I empathize! we are promised sprinkles of sun today - I'm sure I will have an attitude adjustment if those rays do show up!! xoxo
Hi Jeane. Well, I hope it's shining on you now. I watched it fall into the sea tonight and head your way like it was in a hurry. I managed an hour writing by the sea all wrapped up in layers and gloves before I had to run in from the cold. What a tonic to feel that heat on my face. I'm restored!!
It's like you need an outdoor injection each day - an excellent tonic. I loved the happiness this broccoli produced and that it offers so much hope. We have no idea who or what we are this summer - heatwaves and droughts followed by cyclones and floods - today still but grey. Hope your sun bursst forth soon.
I love the phrase 'optimistic weeds' - when the weather improves let's be weeds, let's go wherever we can, welcome or not, let's take over the world!
Hi Fiona. I think I do!! Growing vegetables is all still a fascinating mystery to me even after growing them all these years. I know you're having unsettled times over there. I hope things soon feel more like the season is falling towards Autumn for you. And there has, thankfully, been some sun for us. Like a gift!
Hi Jem. Thanks. I'm sure weeds are the biggest optimists in the world. And maybe you are as well!! I love your weeds taking over the world idea. I have a ruthless plan for the weeds on my plot, starting soon. But it's a never-ending job and I wish we could just EAT THEM instead!!
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