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.
3 comments:
Ahh- Sounds like an ideal weekend. And look at all those delights from the garden! Your produce looks perfect. And how great to be so self-sufficient.
Hmmm... don't think I've ever tasted a custard apple. I wonder what it's like? That's a lovely picture of mama and girl.
what a perfect day. Bliss.
I have never heard of a custard apple???? Also have never seen a Black Russian tomato?
Gill
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