If I was asked what I’d plant in my garden before anything else, it would be a selection of fresh herbs and then tomatoes. Nothing does it for me quite like fresh herbs. Basil. Dill. Mint. Parsley. Oregano. Sage.
Capers are a luxury in these parts … and I love capers.
Chris grows 60 hectares of wheat on the farm, which in a few weeks time will be harvested and sent to a miller-cum-baker up the road.
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.
The native aloes around our house are in bloom. They only do this once a year. Not only are these scaffolded fire-orange flowers a feast for the eyes, they are a feast for myriad bird species.
In Guadeloupe in the Caribbean a pineapple symbolizes hospitality.
