There’s an air of happy expectancy settling in among our fruit trees. Or maybe it’s just an air of happy expectancy around Chris and me.
With sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 – 1861 …
Tomatoes just picked from the garden.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Young beetroot just pulled from the garden.
Tom Robbins, the American author, had a thing about beetroot.
Spring is upon us out here in the African bush, which sounds ridiculous when you consider that our daytime temperatures move from mild to boiling in just a few weeks.