So many people are so generous. The garden harvests have arrived early this year after the hot summer. Hence, I’ve been bottling again: yellow and little red cherry plums, damsons, more apple puree and blackberries.
The best of Pete’s gift were the figs fresh and ripe from his tree. Quartered, drizzled with honey and scattered with walnuts, a couple of hours in the lowest oven turned them into unctuous sticky deliciousness.
Meanwhile, a huge sack of lavender has been put to good use: all the stalks chopped to fuel the beekeeper’s smoker (apparently the bees also like the fragrance); all the flower heads removed with the blisters to prove it and stored in the three biggest lavender bags ever.
Little bags take no more effort than cutting a square of fabric, plonking a heap of lavender in the middle and then gathering all the fabric together and knotting tight. No more of that stitching!
It’s good to have a purpose in life and have something to show for the effort.
