I just don’t get it. We all eat. Every day. More than once. Yet we rarely talk about that food, where it’s come from and what it means to us.
Actually that’s not true. I’ll start again.
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I just don’t get it. We all eat. Every day. More than once. Yet we rarely talk about that food, where it’s come from and what it means to us.
Actually that’s not true. I’ll start again.
I can feel the season easing. I can feel the end in sight.
September is such a delicious month: harvest is bountiful.
I always love the optimism at this time of the year – the expectation of what’s to come in the summer.
But it can also be a bit daunting as there’s 101 things to do: all the winter tidying you should have finished, all the beds you should have prepped and all the seeds you need to sow. Continue reading “Spring – my garden of hope and hopefully glory!”