Lunch, freshly selected from the garden. Black Russian tomatoes, beans, snow peas, shallots, wild rocket, lettuce, nasturtium and fresh laid eggs.
Throwing green treats to softly clucking chickens.
"Taste testing" sun warmed produce still growing in the garden.
Waiting eagerly for fresh homemade bread to bake....breathing in the warm yeasty aroma.
Deliciously pungent herb essence, sticky, thick and persistent on fingers from plucking.
Time, for sewing and creating; choosing colour and shape; feeling texture and working thread.
Sharing a custard apple in the sun...an indulgent and delectable tradition. A memory reignited of sharing the sweetness with my own Mum as a young girl too.